My Magic Carpet Ride

Today I went on a magic carpet ride.
I went to Florida.
My carpet and I rose up high in the sky,
We twisted, spiraled and dived in the night
The air was warm and hugged me close as it whipped on by
The moon hung over head
And the stars twinkled,
Like a secret caught in two lovers eyes.
For hours upon hours
I sailed overhead on my magic carpet,
A smile gently caressing my features.
As the moon began to sink,
And the sun started to brighten the horizon,
I knew it was time to return home.
With a light heart and happy memories I was homeward bound.
But soon the sky became dark.
Storm clouds rolled in like a stampede of angry wild horses.
Beautiful and frightening all at once.
And then it rained.
The rain fell in torrents
It beat down like a raging flood
It soaked right through my magic carpet
And then my carpet died.
As I was hovering in the air, the rain killed my magic carpet
And sent me spiraling towards the ground.
Falling,
Falling I was,
Forever down
Towards the ground
Where certain death awaited me.
It was then that my winged chair rescued me
It scooped me up out of the sky
And placed me gently on the ground,
Just before it saw
What was left of my magic carpet.
Falling from the sky,
The wind whipping its strings and tearing it to shreds
It crashed into the muddy ground and lay there still,
Very still.
Dead.
My chair saw what had become of my magic carpet,
And died right then and there
Of a broken heart.
Then the rain stopped as suddenly as it had started.
The sky was now bleak and gray.
Like the fog in a lovers eyes after the secret is long gone,
And all that’s left is broken.
Now what remains of my carpet is strings
and my chair sits in the back of my closet,
Broken
Forgotten,
And alone.