Ever dream of flying,
With my arms spread out,
And my feet behind me.
I fly like I have done so a million times,
In different dreams and different times.
Ever dream of flying,
Seeing the city bellow.
The houses all lit in the night,
People looking out their windows.
Ever dream of flying,
One minute flying past vast cities.
The next moment I am flying past mountains,
And then Back to my house, my home.
Ever dream of flying,
That it seems so odd not to fly when you wake.
It seems the dream was real,
And this world not so.
Ever dream of flying,
Swooping low to help a loved one.
Flying fast to do the heroic thing,
Saving a dear one from catastrophe,
Like a movie, but only a dream.
Ever dream of flying,
Or am I the only dreamer that flies,
Fleeting past new cities,
Seeing the sights by night and by day,
Flying like in a dream.
nice interplay of dreams and reality and attendant questions of this or that liked yer poem cheers
Inventive, mysterious storyline...on the abstract edge, and I menjoyed each well structured stanza...~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it. How wonderful it is to just close eyes and fly above the mountains over the clouds!