The King of the Skies

When the Eagles came to Me in my dreams, and asked me to fly with them,

I said I didn’t know how…

Sadness as He looked at Me…

That they were the Ones who convinced me,

I did not know how to fly…

The Queen of the Skies,

He was looking at…

Get on my back, He’d said,

I’ll take you…

And up… we went…

And I… remembered…

As we jumped from the clouds…

Towards the shore…

I had wings… we…were… like the Eagles…

Human form, but… with wings… I’d said.

King & Queen of the Skies

Om Shanti.

Your laugh, and that feather crown.

Can you remember?  The freedom?

The joy?  Of flying?

It was like the Earth was rushing toward you… rather than the other way around… and everything goes sideways and spins and rushes in this thrilling way…

You feel so alive…

And we’d race… to the ground…

With all the Eagles…

The Hawks…

They still remember…

Us.

Laughing helplessly all the way with the wind streaming through our hair… our hands… our wings…

So full, so vibrant… so alive

The Sun shone… in your eyes… beaming from your face as you’d grin at me and dip, trying to bump into me to slow me down, and I’d throw you off and keep going…

Who would win, you or Me…

It was hard to know.

Where I was quick and agile,

You had this powerful brute force to cut through anything in your way.

I fluttered around, but you shot like an arrow… piercing through the sky

King of the Sky

Golden and shining like a ray of Sun,

And I, the softness,

His softness, spiralling around.

Eventually, we’d hit the ground,

and come up laughing, on the sea shore,

lying on the ground, sprawled out from landing and holding hands reaching for each other, and you’d pull me up and kiss me

and say,

Let’s do it again!

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