she rode the wind
like a 747
naturally winged
to soar through the sky
and he held on tight
never able to imagine
the life he would live
without her by his side
tangled together
in a storm of their making
twirling around
like a kite
off its string
dancing tornados
pirouetting and spinning
two lovers in flight
holding onto a dream
recklessly falling
intertwined in a tailspin
wailing and flashing
the lightning sprawled through the clouds
the thunder crashed and inside, their hearts rumbled
calling out to the ground
a restless rampage of souls
tirelessly dancing, beyond the profound
caught somewhere between
wild passion and wonder
like a machine, magnetically charged
in complete awe of the magic they were under
keep watch as the ocean excitedly swells
telling the stories only she tells
listen closely for the unmistakable wale
of this man and his lover, his zephyr named gale
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (5)
Beautiful as always, Kelli
Wonderful
Very nice, Kellie. I especially liked the lead-up and lines: "two lovers in flight holding onto a dream"
"Why, I's jus' a delightful li'l ole spring zephyr named Gale," she said coyly, batting her eyes behind her fan. "How could li'l ole me ever do such a thing?" Love the poem, Kelli!
Well-wrought! "But sweetest in the gale is heard..."