Walking On Air Poem by Angela Wybrow

I remember the night
When I walked upon air;
It was one of those nights
So incredibly rare.

I wore a smile
Upon my face,
Whilst my soul was soaring
Way up into Space.

My heart swelled up
With a real sense of pride,
And I have to admit
To enjoying the ride.

The euphoria I felt
Was entirely mine:
It wasn't aided or abetted
By spirits or wine.

In that moment,
I was fully immersed,
And for that time,
My problems dispersed.

My words were quick;
My pitch was high,
And for that moment,
I felt I could fly.

It was pretty late
When I climbed into bed,
As happy thoughts
Still swirled round my head.

It is a night
Which I'll always remember:
The night I flew;
That night in November.