Airborne still, this moment aloft is simply magical in perpetual motion from a moment in the past when I start to swing, it's a journey, back and forth to a past which,I can only visit hovering above and a future , just an apparition, vague in the horizon, can't be certain what it would bring, unless I would make it happen wishing deep inspired by my vision , gathered from my experiences in the swing flying.
Time, lends me the wings that fly me, this vision is all I have to rely on, to make things happen before the swing finally slows down before the setting sun.