Maybe it was but a figment of my imagination, that I have glided for the second time. It was rather much sensual than my first time.
I was not alone, someone was guiding me through, which I came to know later on that he was a man; for he had a firm grip, too firm to be feminine. It seemed that he realizes I am only human, and humans do not have wings. He was floating behind me, clutching both of my hands together with invisible handcuffs, to maintain balance. The two of us were floating slowly, like we were vertical to a golden plate, plated with wild hasty energy as a guide for our elevation.
I was blindfolded, I could not see how he looked like. While still on the mesmerizing journey, I felt the cold delicate clouds on my shoulders, and the tiny united frosts that created them. I tasted the saintly azure sky which I did not see, and scented the breeze of angels’ innocence, way up high. I heard soft humming of a beautiful song, the kind that I wouldn’t stop humming, a superhuman song that spread through air, like a contagious disease affecting every cell in my body, what a pleasant disease it was! I heard sparkles of diamonds and symphonies of emeralds, which were not likely to exist in the sky.
My breathing process was smooth, fulfilling my senses’ fantasies. My guide was quite, he is not to blame for being wordless; words are not generous enough to describe the beauty of wonders. As I was enjoying the unseen beauty, he released my blindfolds. I finally saw how he looked like; an aged wise man who had a calm serious look drawn on his face. I found myself in an extraordinary high place. I looked below, frightened, to see mansions built in the skies beneath me, and construction workers with their yellow hats finishing their work, orchestras, businessmen who seemed busy, as they always do, and women chatting. Except that every one of them, had disturbingly small eyes. It was shocking that they were busy, instead of admiring the skies. He interrupted my thoughts and whispered “you must see the beauty beyond your eyes, to reach the distant sky.” His words played havoc with the logic of my thoughts. That explained my confusion about the people’s small eyes; they did not see what was beyond their sight. And there I rested, on the highest peak.
I struggled to keep my eyes shut, for it was too beautiful, to be nothing but a seed in the garden of my dreams.