When I was a young girl decked in
my dazzling blue sweater and black jeans,
thick coat and white gloves, silky smooth hair
tied in a ponytail, my mother would take me
out in the night to go ice skating, her bright
beaming face staring at the lustrous shapes in my eyes,
how they appeared to leap in different angles and amplified,
how they spun around at the gleaming view,
the amazing details coming alive on this enchanting
occasion, sensation of sparkling fireworks lighting up
the magnificent stars across the horizon, embracing
the pulsating beat of the glassy floor, as my musical
feet made an upbeat sound to the serene space encompassing
me. As my mom and I skated down around the luminous
landscape, twisting and twirling, spinning like a fairy princess,
feeling the cool breeze ease up against our glittering bodies,
the extravagant scenery surrounding every direction of our sight,
we sunk deeper into the rhythm of the slick ice, its harmonizing touch illuminating our souls. We could feel the pounding momentum soaring through our veins, exciting smiles drifting all around this stunning place, inhaling the heavy exhilaration filling the magical air, our electrified hands holding one another, while we glided in various galaxies, creating vibrant swirling designs, lost in the marvelous inventions of this world.