Swinging For Love and Lost

The other day my meandering travels took me to the west side. There I happened unique and enchanting artifact, a swing. This white roped chestnut cherry wood stained seated beauty happened to be calling my name with a tantalizing sonnet. As I approached, soon it became apparent that the swing itself was not the composer of this enticing ballad but rather, a beautiful and elegantly sculpted muse draped in turquoise.



Knowing her enticing melody had entranced me far before I laid my eyes upon her, I now was devoted to her. With a haste I made my way to her beckoning call. This chimed the end of her chorus and began her verse. It compeled me to push her higher in hopes she would reach the stars above. Before my I fully realized I had rushed to her aid and began to endeavor to satisfy her request.



Slowly working the rhythm of her swing we began to excel her to the stars in the sky. My feeble strength grows with every push. She empowered me, enhances me, made me discover my true self. I summon forth strength I never knew I was capable of before. All of it was for her.



Then with my last push she completed her ascension to the heavens. As I gaze upon her beauty leaving the earth, remorse falls over me. My muse has left me. Alas, my inspiration, my idol of creativity, my divining rod my imagination is beyond my reach.



Perhaps not, for it was with me that she reached the stars. Now my destiny is reveled to me. She has not abandoned me, rather motivated me to new heights. I shall begin my attempt to join with her in the heavens. At first my attempts a meet with few results but slowly I work up the might to breach the thinly veiled sky.



When I finally shatter the the fine crystal sheet of the horizon. There my muse shall greet me with a warming embrace and joyful tears. For I have defied the Heavens and the laws of Nature to reunite myself with her. Then together we shall traverse through the sky's infinite being for all eternity.