It came to me again last night
Unbeckoned, but giddily welcome
Unchanged from the days of my youth
The wonderous dream of flight
From a muddle of commonplace musings
Perspective begins to shift
I know the signs, I feel it coming
The drift to a low hover, the butterflies
Gaining a bit of control now
Easily dodging trees and powerlines
Summersaults, cartwheels, loop-the-loop
Easing into a long, slow roll
I know I'm wearing an idiot's grin
But there's no one for miles to see it
Nor hear my howls of childish laughter
The wind in my ears
Tracking my shadow on the clouds
No worries of traffic up here
Nobody else can fly like this
I am The King of the Wind!
How do I perform these brilliant maneuvers?!
So effortlessly, no practice
How long can this dream last?
No sooner thought, begins to fade
Instantly awake, disappointed
Light's on, she's staring at me
'You woke me up... laughing
Were you flying again?'
go back to sleep!
Well that is certainly a better way to wake up Jack than the last time that I dreamt that I was flying.
I was ten and on the top bunk. I awoke when I hit the floor.
I no longer move when I sleep; go figure!
I enjoyed it Jack, particularly the loop the Loop, and there are of course FAR worse poets on this site. ;-)
Jack, I really enjoyed this one. I especially liked the last verse. jhs
Jack, When I saw the title, I thought I was going to read a horse poem. Wasn't there a book with that title. I read somewhere that flying dreamers tend to believe in and experience ESP. Sounds as if you are having fun anyway. JP
GOOD STUFF!! Thumbs up!
Thanks to all.
I'd never heard the term before. I'll kick myself if Google turns it up.
I will consider myself kicked! I googled it myself and turned up a book and a movie. This must be the horse theme JP was reffering to.