Cindle Fabulous

Watching myself falling feeling it all rip past my eyes.
I can watch the colors, feel the ecstasy, become lost and never care.

I see an exquisite old spirit a walking picture of innocents and harmony. She takes my hand and I can see the stars explode and in a single touch the universe envelopes my heart and overwhelms logic, and I fall into dream hoping never to return.

To this old soul reality becomes peace, tranquility, and joy for a secret given with a giggle and a smile. Watching this star and bathing in its radiance. Never knowing always dreaming. This exquisite star always shining, always watching your eyes see more than you know but your heart will always remember.

Bathing in this star shine, watching this bubble shimmer.
Every morning I stir to see her face. My heart skips… Time pauses… Her eyes open and in that instance my sunrises. Her brilliance explodes on my horizon, her light dazzles and dances across the landscape of my spirit. Her sparkle is my sun. Her light pools around me, flows over me, caressing my cheek as if an angle’s wings were wrapped around my being.

She fills me with hope.

Some times when I lay with her, and she is content and comfortable. I rest my hands on her back and I feel a pulse as if wings were straining to burst forth and take her soaring. I gaze at her when it all gets to much and she sits alone, I can see her yearning for her wings to burst free, to just soar to leave it all behind and let the stars swallow her. My heart screams her name into the night wanting with everything inside of me that she hear me. I can see the wind carry my words to her as she soars into infinity, her eyes for an instant spark green, blue and yellow. I know she is there and her soul soars above watching waiting.

Lying beneath these wonderful stars feeling the stardust drift down into my eyes. Waking for morning with her light to welcome me, feeling her warmth surround me. Weeping for the times I watch her soar into the sky when her wings carry her away from me, loving her because she is so free. Watching her path through the heavens leaving behind her a tail of joy, and hope. I may sprout wings that I can soar the heavens by her side and feel this world float on below.