big clouds at 75

they walked to the top.
holding hands, feeling completely safe.
her body started to shake but she resisted.
They were at the top.
after traveling so many miles, so many years.
they made it. closing their eyes.
spreading their arms as far as arms could reach…
the wind was to the back… the sea was below crashing hard
but oh so clear so you could see the bare sand underneath.
no one could have imagined they would make this journey.
To the end, she hoped and prayed, every day of her life.
and finally, at 75… with her aged beautiful,soft hands
in twined with his rough,strong hands they made it.
They kissed. ready to set forth on another journey…
one she had dreamed of as a little girl…
her toes inched forward and he tried to hold on to her for as long as she would let him.
her eyes closed.
hands relaxed.
lips curled into a ‘rose’ perfect smile.
and she jumped off…
as he watched with happiness, his heart began to race,
seeing no use in a life without this perfect being in front of him…
so as she did…
his eyes closed.
hands relaxed.
he pushed off the cliff, rocks falling below but he caught her hands pulled her to him in mid air kissing her once more.
They were off like angels, flying into the clouds…
never to be seen again.
that is love.
that is life.
the end.