Honey and the Moon

April 17, 2011
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
Do you remember when we watched the magician's tricks?
The way he produced music from thin air?
I only recollect your child-like wonder, which was all the more authentic for the simple reason that you were still a twelve-years-old in my eyes.
Uncertainty clouded the skies over our heads, crowded together in a small space.
even as the birds pushed against pure air with their wings; people flexing their mouths,
flapping their lips freely.
No amount of that magic could procure an ounce of the meaning behind your honey-and-the-moon smile, the one that kept me chained on the spot even as liberty appeared on the horizon.
I focus now on making that smile reappear,
like a magic trick we used to know.

Because it's winter now, and I still haven't answered your question.
What is the value of a good story?

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback