The brilliant rays of sunshine haloed my platinum curls,
The negative to the dark, coarse locks of my friend,
Both scrambling to be nearest to the sky.
Scarlet silk fluttered in the gentle breeze,
Both on cloud nine,
Content to hold the ribbon and watch its languid journey
As it meanders and snakes through the air.
The wind trying to snatch it from our grasp,
Our knuckles whiten as we tighten our grip.
The sun rests behind the clouds and gold turns to grey,
We shuffle closer together to preserve the collected heat,
Oblivious to the silk pulling harder on the ribbon.
Too young to resist the strength of the sky,
We just hold hands as we watch our beloved silk fly away,
Another victim captured by the sky.