she falls gracefully
held aloft by the wind
which speaks against her back
barely a whisper
telling her not to fear
in breathing
she does not
but the breeze
in exhaling
strengthens her
lengthens her
expands the vitality
in her skin
she falls unafraid
her hair waltzing cheek to cheek
with the sky
and she touches
so tenderly
the years gliding by
i wonder how it feels
to slip through curtains of earth
quickening and steepening
hurdling through folds of
endless azure
no ground to hit
no breaking the fall
a smile swims across her lips
she falls gracefully
Stellular Scribe 