Looking Through The Stained Glass

She sat, cross legged.
The step was hard.
She barely noticed.
Focused on the colored light circling her legs.
Everything else disappeared.

Movement caught her eye.
There was something on the other side.
Standing fast. Moving forward.
She pressed her face to the clear panel.
The one in the corner of the intricate window.

Looking through a tiny square.
She saw it looking back at her.
Tall and lengthy. It stared back.
Smiling some, as if to ask,
Would you come and play with me?

She rushed down the steps.
Out the door in a blur of skirts.
Finding him staring up.
Looking for her.

Giggling. She asked. Will you come and play at last?
Grin splitting his face wide.
He jumped up, tail wagging high.
Tossing balls and chasing sticks.
They played forever, or so it seemed.
Until she woke from the dream.

It Would Have Been Beautiful

If the sun was a tad brighter,
A smile a little lighter,
Air a touch more crisp,
It would have been beautiful.

If the stars could have shown,
Promises reached the unknown,
Phantoms chased away the mist,
It would have been beautiful.

If we could have danced some more,
Laughter could have filled the air,
A broken heart would have mended faster,
It would have been beautiful.

But fairy tales and shiny dreams
Don't work for all, or so it seems,
The sparkle is a little dull, I wish
It would have been beautiful.

And He Soared

Taken by the blue of the sky. He stood at the cliff edge. Looking out. Looking above. Feeling the wind wash over him. The air felt charged. Electric.

His ears had a faint buzzing in them. Barely audible over the sounds of nature. He focused on the sounds around him. The rapid drumming of a woodpecker. The joyous song of a flock of finches. The rustling of the trees. All of it added to the experience.

He stepped closer to the edge of the cliff. A few rocks escaped their place and tumbled over edge. He breathed deeply. The moment had come.

He leaped. Launching his body far from the cliff. Briefly he thought it might not work. Only seconds passed when the wind hit the sails and he soared.

Laughing in delight, he tried maneuvering the apparatus. Leaning left, then right. Turning himself. All the while gently gliding toward the ground.

What a feeling! To soar like a bird!

Landing with a bit of uncoordinated movement. He looked up at the cliff he had stood on moments before. Face split in a wide grin, he took off the wings. Folded them into his backpack, and set out for the hike back to his car. Enjoying every moment that passed along the way.