Yes, you, Wind!
Am I too close?
Push me away,
Or slam against me;
I need to feel: here.
i hear sunshine
although the tone
too low or far away
to devour or identify.
into the world
and they come
from your eyes.
a gentle smile
given in part
for those blessed
to be near you
and those who
trust your heart.
i yearn, dream
knowing one day
life will continue
as it was meant be.
I should be peacefully dreaming,
Instead my mind is easily consumed,
With thoughts of gravitational mystery.
What are we doing out here at this hour, Ma’am?
Why, good evening to you, too! Clearly, this walk isn’t going to go as smoothly as I’d hoped it would, Sir.
What was your plan? For me to trip…?
No, just a nice walk, really. Not sure why I’m bothering now.
I can barely see, you know!
Oh, it isn’t that dark outside. You can be such a grouch.
Yes, well, you’re no sweet peach either, my dear. Thank goodness for this slow sunset or we’d be sunk.
Good, I’m glad you noticed. Look how well the sun’s fading away. Isn’t it something? Just perfect, really.
Hard not to notice, Audrey. The sun setting provides the only available light tonight. It shouldn’t go unnoticed.
Do you see the clouds over there, Darling?
You mean the feathers falling to the right of us?
Those clouds are feathers?! Why, I’ll be! Will you look at that…
Yes, feathers from a white goose or a pillow, if the goose has been used properly.
How nice. Your mind is very sweet tonight. I’m going to ignore your attempt at being wicked. Everyone knows a goose is better used alive.
Pfft! No, it isn’t to both remarks, Lady. What, so these aren’t the clouds you wanted me to see then?
No, I was looking at those clouds to the left of us. They’ve almost created a direct path to the sun. A perfect walking path…
Don’t you think that’s a bit of a stretch. We’d be hopping more than walking, I think. I worry about your mind, Madam.
Probably…So you don’t see the path? I find it very sad that you can’t imagine walking on a path of clouds towards a sunset.
Hmm. Yes, sorry to disappoint you.
It’s okay. Best if we begin our walk back home now, anyway. It’ll be dark soon.
Walk?! Not now! Hurry, gather those feathers. We’ve been given a gift. I’m flying you home tonight.