Flying On The Ground

Your hands have touched my face
Your voice has touched my soul
Your words have touched my heart and now...
I'm flying on the ground.

Your arms have reached my thoughts
Your legs have danced my dreams
Your feet have walked my hopes and now...
I'm flying on the ground

Your smile brings out the sun
Your tears bring down the rain
Your laughs have brought me joy and now...
I'm flying upside-down.

Your eyes have made me see
Your mind has made me think
Your touch has made me feel and now...
I'm flying all around.

Your presence makes me there
Your feelings make me care
Your dancing makes me give
Your loving makes me live
Your timing makes me wait
Your being makes it great
Your singing makes me sigh
Your giving makes me cry

These things have all been true
But what am I to do?
If only I could someday, soon, fly on the ground with you.

PUBLICATION: Vortex, mid-June 1995, East High School

HISTORY: Unlike the previous month's sonnets, this poem was written with a different girl in mind, one who had acted with me in a recently-finished school play. My feelings for her were generally platonic, but heavily emotional.
Actually, I think it was too emotional, even on blatant platonic terms. I wrote her many letters over the summer, but I think the really sad "I'll miss you so" letter I wrote to her before her graduation might have shaken things up beyond repair (I was a lot more co-dependent back then). She never wrote me back, though I do see her in town every now and then, and we talk.
She liked my writing, too. She had read most of my poems of that time period, and told me that this was one of her favorites.
Other published poems written with her in mind were Never, The Diamond Key, and Sympathetic Fantasy, the last one of which I sent to her on an index card (which she told me she had kept in her wallet for at least two years).