~Poem Book~

Icicle Aspiration

When I look out to the snow,

That feeling I have had for so long returns again.

As it has for many, many, many years, many times across the new born years.

All I wish for is the rushed feeling of my hair flying in the wind,

I wish for, the ice I skate on with my graceful movements.

The scene with happy families, and young children gracefully moving, or learning.

Once long ago, I used to learn, I used to look to the day I'd glide on the ice.

One day, the learning stopped, and for a few years, I forgot.

Every-time after that, I looked to the ice and asked: "Can I please, please, skate?"

Even knowing the lesson prices, even if I wanted to go for fun: "No."

"Maybe." Yet, we'd never go.

Now, it's a few years after, I ask every year.

Staring up to the TV, my eyes widen.

Inspired once more, I chase my dream.

I don't need to be professional, but I want to glide once again, I wish.

Please, let me go, let me soar with my invisible wings.

Take me upon the ice, and we can take our first flight together.

So, if you stand by my side, let's go.

Reborn into a world you left, the thrill and excitement, the sprained knees.

Let me fly, please!

So, I'll let my wings out, and touch my blade to the ice, fear strikes my heart.

However, I won't let that stop me, as I soar off anyway,

Letting go and falling, skating and retrying, until I finally fly into the distance.

This is my spirit, and my dream.

That I hope...I can achieve.