Savannah: Some Sort Of Star Ch 10 Poem by Mike Conkey

Lily is smiling
claude is laughing
i am staring
concentrating
as we start to rise
the music grows louder
we spin and spin
getting higher and higher
the sky changes a sort of maroon red
some sort of
paper mache starts fold around us
yellow ones pass by my face
leaving dusts of gold
stars everywhere
everything building
leading to one perfect moment
she sees what i have now
regretting leaving her
regretting that it wasnt her holdin my hand
as she lets go of hia
she runs underneathe us
he screams to her no
she shouts im sprry
but its barley a whisper now
as im to far up
she starts to remeber all i did for her
as we grow higher
our sourroundigs start to change
they all rearrange
we are sitting on a palm tree
claude has gained his solid form
he explains that
i saved him
but voi couldnt find him
as claude ran for help
voi was to late