Fairy So Fine

Heaving towards heaven high, did you hear the breathing?
Streaking star across night sky, answer my wish before I die.
I spied her once, she was oh so fine.

Rockets sparkle, satellites predictable, not like her.
Stories read in younger days, my mind was started.
It happened one day, turning twelve, turned in my exploratory ways.

Some say it is sin, some say if you do, blindness will come your way.
Have you seen her? Silver skin, white hair, breast tiny, heaving.
Smiling did she beckon, transfixed, I fought lust with logic, reason.

Wings pointed, spreading, something inside growing, listening to her voice, singing.
Clad in mist, finger pointed, fingers grasping. Moaning? Convulsions of seed to which she was attending.
Merged in ground, in plant, fascination only brief, it was time.

Older now, years flown by, I sit and ponder, I wonder, why?
My labor, my fruit withered, children grown, wife buried, I weep.
Darkness falls, my time ending.

Heaving towards heaven, did you hear the breathing?
I die.
Streaking star across night sky, I got my answer.

She was there, smiling, guiding, I was there.
Together we flew, wispy wings filled with magical air.
Together, wish continues. Maybe I'll see you there?

Robin B. Lipinski claims to be addicted to writing. It helps that his good dreams are other people's nightmares. There is not much to know about him other than he shares this planet with you and others.

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