Love’s Flight.

When I was a boy I believed I could fly.

-More like I knew I could fly.

I could close my eyes and return to dreams where I could soar.

I knew, in all of my being, what it felt like to will myself off the ground and have wind ripple across my body.

-As I grew older, of course I realized that this would only ever just be a dream.

I had to accept it was something created by my mind and eventually my flight began to fade.

In my dreams now I can only bound.

I can no longer move through the air with freedom as I once did.

I fear love is this way.

Something I know so viscerally to be real in my bones.

A sureness of truth.

A perfect nakedness.

Yet, it is never reflected in the world as I experience it.

I fear how I know love to be real will be forced to fade.

Accepting Love’s Flight for the bound.