I gasp in air, aware that I have forgotten to breathe. I briefly think of my mom and how much trouble I am going to be in if I don't hurry back and forget this whole business. The thought passes, like the clouds, and I lose myself in their fanciful shapes, marveling. Is this happiness? <CROAK> I am startled by the sound of my own voice. What was I doing? If that was singing, I don't think I can do it. How did the man make such dulcet tones fill the sky? Where is he? What am I doing? I really need to go home! I have home work! There are chores to be done! Mother will be angry!
"Gentle vision do not be a trick upon my eyes. If you are a trick, I am fooled and if fooled I may as well act the fool for thee"?
Each syllable of his speech is both entrancing and frightening. Startled, I scream.
"You are a goddess; for your voice is like thunder and even your quiet utterances rattle my sinews and bones, reminding me of my imperfections".
"Who...who are you"?
"I am your humble servant. You have answered my call when no other could hear, which makes you most extraordinary indeed"!
"Why? Why me"?
"That my dear girl is an excellent query. Why indeed! Why is a question that can get one in a great deal of difficulty. Why is the best of all words. When we stop asking why we cease to move and when we cease to move we can no longer fly. Without the ability to ask why we are pulled by our own gravity to the Earth where we become so small we lose the ability to use our senses".
"I think I begin to understand the sadness in your beautiful voice"!
"I remember when, life was not so gloomy.
I remember when, we all rejoiced and sang.
There was once a day, when we reached for the stars
I remember when, but those days are now so far
There is no shame in using imagination
There is no shame in asking the reason why
We can find love again and dream of bright tomorrows
If we don't give in, we can end our darkest sorrows
Give me an old gray stone, I can make a diamond
Give me a Squawking Crow, I can make a Wren
If someone says look down, I say look up again
If someone says don't do it, I say begin
Anything is possible just think it and it's true
Make your dreams reality sure as the sky is blue
Reach for the stars before the afternoon
Find what's in your heart your time is coming soon"
"I could never sing like you. What you say is impossible"!
"Dear child, aren't you listening? The impossible is just propaganda used to weigh down your heart and make you too heavy to fly! You decide what you can do. You do! Don't look confused! Don't make that face! This is the last time I will speak the contemptible word don't! Are you flying, yes or no"?
"Well I seem to be".
"Yes or no, no or yes, one or the other, forget the rest"!
"Yes I am flying! I may also be dreaming"!
"Oh, you are most assuredly dreaming dear girl. Now I will show you where dreams live! Come! Follow me, if you dare! Let's go on an adventure"!
"I don't think my mom is going to like this"!
"Oooooooh! She won't! Not one bit"!
His smile was a slow moving tide, curling around the shape of his face, winding and turning into a bow shape like a figure from a lost fairy tale. I could do nothing but fly along side this odd, interesting man, relaxing my fears and giving in to the sensation of the intense, azure brightness and soft ensnaring breeze.
--Dreaming--