Dreams in Flight

 

In wondrous night dreams,

 I do not develop feathery wings

Yet, I wheel and circle as the wind sings

Swooping earthward touching trees

Rocketing upwards without unease

 Among alabaster clouds I do soar

Looking about for things to explore

Racing toward the oceans end

I skim along the waves of sunset’s red

A place where sky, water and I blend

Waits for me just up ahead, but instead

Banking I return counterclockwise

To view the moon descending in the sky

As does the moon set, so must the sun rise

I rub the sands of sleep from my eyes

And mourn my flight’s demise

Author's Note

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