Fairy Lights

Am I flying or is it a dream

It all looks so pretty it’s really a sight,the lights twinkle brightly braking the darkness of the night.                                                                         Twinkle twinkle fairy lights hiding the truth of the city and the night. How high am I up here? Too high to climb back down I fear.   I have never been at ease with heights but they do look inviting,those fairy lights.

It is cold up here I can feel the wind flapping my hair and biting my skin.The lights are still out there shining bright like little beacons beckoning to me in the night.

My head has stop buzzing and the answer is clear I have not felt this unburden for many a year. My eyes are just clearing the wider picture I see. From horizon to horizon the options are endless for me.

Gentle , gently I move to the edge , it is all crystal clear no more bets left to hedge.  Looking down into the depths of the night feeling the tug of those twinkling lights. One little step leads to another my senses are shot my brain runs for cover.

Oh!it is  such a long way down to those lights. It is  funny, I thought I was afraid of heights.The wind in my ears begins to scream am I really flying or is this a dream. The lights are no nearer my feelings begin to soar this is really living and I am scared no more  BRING IT ON WHAT IS NEXT ?HERE COMES THE GROUND WHAT HAPPENS NE………….

8 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. zumpoems
    Oct 21, 2011 @ 21:21:42

    This is great! So light and playful and natural! I know there are a lot of treasures in these early posts. Will plan to browse now and then. 🙂


  2. willowdot21
    Oct 22, 2011 @ 13:32:23

    Thanks , what did you think of the ending I hoped it would be ambiguous, either the me, the flyer smashed into the ground or something completely different happened. I am so pleased you like this one of my early poemsXX


  3. Unsungpoet
    Jan 26, 2012 @ 18:25:01

    Magical! I really felt myself out there…


  4. DaPoet
    Mar 27, 2012 @ 22:21:18

    Nicely done.

    When I was in first grade I read a story about a brother and sister who were given rocket packs that allowed them to fly through the air to anywhere they wanted to go. Naturally I spent the next several nights dreaming of doing the same. 🙂


  5. WordsFallFromMyEyes
    Dec 30, 2012 @ 08:56:10

    I’m afraid, Willow, this feels solemn to me. It reminds me vividly of making my way to a height, with intentions of jumping. Well expressed though, & yes the ending was ambiguous 🙂

    ¸.•*¨*•. ♪♫♫♪Happy New Year Willow .♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸
    ˜”*°•.˜”*°•.˜”*°•.★★.•°*”˜.•°*”˜.•°*”˜” & wishing for YOU, what you wish this year.♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸


    • willowdot21
      Dec 30, 2012 @ 13:41:26

      Yes Noeleen it does have an ambiguous ending it depends on how the reader see the situation. God bless you both be well happy and blessed in 2013 Hugsxxxxxxx


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