Middle of nowhere
Swings sway in the wind
Push me, love. Please!

High, high, higher each time
Hair blowing back
Legs pumping
Hold tight to cold chains
Mouth open
Laughing with joy, eager excitement.

Higher, love! Please!
Laughing, silly, happy.
So close to too far...
Come down, darling.
I must come down...

So instead, I fly.
No wings.
Who needs them anyway?
But he is there. Thank you, love.

Grounded now,
Thank you, darling. He holds me.
My arms around him now.
Wind still blowing, softly now
Now we sway
The wind is our music,
Our song. My love. My darling.

I wake, startled,crying, choking, sobbing, a cold sweat on my back.
It was a nightmare...