These feet once were in harmony with the earth in all its varied forms, the soles splashing in jubilation in a drenched city, the toes waking to hardwood and cold tile upon every new sun.
Every step was predictable. Every path was in focus.
But a kiss snuck in, followed by unsolicited smiles and eyes so radiant they demanded unrivaled attention and worship.
Now, at such great heights, these heels have no footing, swimming in clouds, stretching to find ground in world with only skies.
The mind fears the drop from here. It wonders if a lover's lips and eyes will keep the body forever suspended, or if a fall is inevitable, another discarded fool with burned wings.
Committed to the flight, the heart does not consider such questions. Its focus is not on the future, but the drunkenness of the present, the addiction of being swept from the printed path.
These feet once were in harmony
with the earth in all its varied forms,
the soles splashing in jubilation
in a drenched city,
the toes waking to hardwood
and cold tile upon every new sun.
Every step was predictable.
Every path was in focus.
But a kiss snuck in,
followed by unsolicited smiles
and eyes so radiant they demanded
unrivaled attention and worship.
Now, at such great heights,
these heels have no footing,
swimming in clouds,
stretching to find ground
in world with only skies.
The mind fears the drop from here.
It wonders if a lover's lips and eyes will
keep the body forever suspended,
or if a fall is inevitable,
another discarded fool with burned wings.
Committed to the flight,
the heart does not consider such questions.
Its focus is not on the future,
but the drunkenness of the present,
the addiction of being swept from the printed path.
(C) 2014 by Vincent Lowry