I had a dream in which I could fly
Taking off into flight without wondering why
I sailed through stars until I reached heaven
Then my alarm went off and it read seven
Waking up, I thought of my dream
And just how real it did really seem
I went through the day with thoughts of flying
Remembering how I soared without even trying
I thought then that maybe I could really fly
So I climbed the tallest tree in order to try
At the top of the tree, I stopped to see
All the living leaves that surrounded me
Out on a branch I saw a perfect nest
Inside was a little bird who was getting his rest
I must have scared him, because he flew away
A wind came up and the tree started to sway
Now was my chance to take off and glide
Instead, I fell out of the tree and died
Exactly after I died, I felt myself rising
The lifting of the self is wonderfully surprising
Yes, I did sail through the stars and sky
And heaven is heaven I would not lie
I found a dream that I once had
Now knowing mixing dreams and reality is bad
I will watch for another dream tonight
One that will break darkness with light
A dream so real, a precious goal
The only dream that reaches my soul
I will learn new experiences to feel
With making the right choices, I will deal
Real life will awaken the new day
Sleep for dreams is not such a high price to pay
Nowhere as everywhere..dream as reality and reality as dream, a beautiful story you tell here, Deborah, thanks for sharing with us. Yelena M.
Very well written. In so simple words you convey subtle emotions. And the flow (the connecting events) in your poem is also very good. I liked your passion to live your dream. good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very imaginative and really nice.......