This is in response to Khandroma’s vignette Permission.
And so, on that day, she leapt into the air,
into her domain as was her right,
because she is the skydancer.
She danced in the wind
and she danced around lightning.
She danced through swirling leaves
and she chased birds with her crystalline laugh.
In the air she sung and there has never been
a more beautiful sound.
Nor will there ever be.
And still, on that day, when nightfall came,
she returned to my palm.
Radiant in her exuberant exhaustion,
she laid her head down to sleep,
a blissful smile on her lips.
And as she slept,
she flew again in her dreams.
