A Reoccuring Dream - Poem by G.R. Gaus
Seems so real when I awake,
I squeeze my eyes for more,
Wishing, one more retake.
To feel my body soar.
Take off seems, like a breeze,
Lifting off with flapping arms,
Gliding on, with graceful ease,
Never fearing, bodily harms,
Descending and then climbing,
Wondering why I’m the only one,
So vividly with the timing,
Every flight is never done.
Usually awake before I land,
No reason to ever come down,
Only gravity, to withstand,
Power lines, to maneuver around.
I know now that special feeling,
As I watch the birds on high,
To the sky there is no ceiling.
In dreams that let me fly.
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