Based on tweets between @Musketeer_Athos and @Exquisite_Wren  on 14th August 2014

It’s a windy day in Paris and memories are stirred of childhood play. A smile graces my face as I take a risk and send a message to her requesting she join me in an open park near the palace. I wait nervously unsure whether she will come. 

She glides toward me as if on the wings of a delicate butterfly, her smile as generous as the rays of the sun that shines down upon us. Exuding and projecting her self-assurance, when approaching me she extends  out her hand and nods a kind greeting, smiling into my eyes. 

“Athos. It is so good to see you again “

 She tilts her head slightly, 

“I really must thank you for inviting me here today.” 

She takes a moment to absorb my striking features and smiles once more. 

Relief sweeps over me and a mellow smile creeps across my face as the wind gusts around us 

“…I want to share something with you…” 

I take your hand and an ember of happiness starts to ignite. 

“…something I haven’t done for a long time.” 

She sweeps her tresses from her features as her eyes alight with curiosity and she gently entwines her fingers with mine, 

“Do tell. I’m curious now” 

She enjoys the close proximity as she lightly smooth her thumb across my grasp reassuringly. Her smile remains as she searches my eyes, radiating a confidence and willingness to engage in conversation with me. 

I feel content with your compliance and my, eyes burn down a rekindled magnetic energy as the lively gusts of winds sweep between invigorating my resolve. I lead you to my horse. 

“This is what I want to share with you.” 

I unravel string, parchment and a wooden cross…a magnificent hastily crafted kite and I smile with an enigmatic air. 

“Perfect weather!.” 

I await your response. 

The leaves on the ground gently toss and dance between us as she studies the kite within my grasp, before lifting her eyes back into mine. 

“I most certainly agree” 

She shifts her gaze and smiles at our surroundings, only to push her loose tendrils from her features once more. 

“May I?” 

She slowly proffers her hands out to me while her eyes revive in where our feelings lie. Love sparks emitting true from the beat of our hearts. 

I place the kite in her hands, 

“You fly it…and when the time is right I want you to cut it free… “ 

My cryptic words cut across my sceptical brow.

She looks into my eyes for what seems an eternity, before positioning her back to the wind, then she holds up  the kite to catch the perfect gust of wind, before she  slowly glances back over her shoulder to address me, 

“Will you stand with me? I would like to do this…together…”

 Her eyes beseech my own. 

My enigmatic smile returns and standing behind her I gently place my hands on her waist, the wind sending wafts of her rose scented hair, to stir memories of emotional warmth, encouraging me to nestle my chin on her shoulder. My gentle laughter sears softly against her ear as I watch the kite rise magnificently in the air displaying the message that I cannot say…

“Je suis desole!”

She sees the written words fluttering upon the kite and reads those heartfelt words I cannot repeat while I stand cheek against hers watching the words dancing boldly in the sky. Together we watch my words toying with the wind, begging for release before turning her head to face me she smiles with a forgiving grace. 

“May I borrow your knife please?” 

I pass her my knife and whisper against her ear. 

“Only cut it free if you forgive me…” 

She closes her eyes with a deep breath taken, feels the give of the string. The hold, this burden…she cuts free, allowing the kite to soar into the sky as she unsheathes her eyes, leaving all the sadness behind to watch it take flight and smile her final good bye to a precious gift made by our love, our ties. 

I snake my arms around her waist pressing my cheek next to hers again watching our troubles fly away into the gusty skies above and whispers against your ear. 

“Let’s go home shall we?”  

She nods as she presses back into me and smooth her hands along my arms with a smile of contentment…

 “Yes. Let’s.”

Poem and picture courtesy of @karentompkins7