Awakened sudden, fright
night falling, mid flight
Plunging, stark, void dark
jolted conscious with a start
Tranquil, immersed, falling gently
well versed, evidently
Fall again this time asleep
gently floating on the neap
.
Slow motion, in flight
Indian Ink, Ocean kite
Tumble turning on a whim
limbs splayed against the wind
Dreaming in a liquid sky
swimming fluidly I fly
Playful porpoise twixt the stars
above the noblemen and tsars
Silent view through feathered clouds
familiar ground, familiar crowds
Cart wheeling through navy night
across red rooftops graceful flight
My liquid sky ignites a trail of tiny silver sparks
as bioluminescent flares are triggered in the dark
Tracking fingertips in flight
a sea of night washed plankton bright
On a gentle whispered breeze, eyes shut wide
empty mind with increased ease I glide
Stark bark interrupts my tranquil flight at sea
becalming dark gentle night promptly released me
Awake awake, awakened
stirred gently not but shaken
Quilted landing back to earth
to barking dog and crashing surf
Euphoric sense post flight intense
sliver of light spills in through vents
Return journey booked in advance fly out tonight on slumbered trance
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