The Man Who Could Float On Air Poem by JJ Evendon

Many times I have found myself in my dreams,
flying through the air with my arms out like wings.
I have only to think, and there I am,
gracing soft summer clouds with the touch of my outstretched hand.
For me, it's so easy to do,
so if I can do it, then maybe one day you could too.
To fly, you must first empty your mind,
relax, raise your arms and let things slowly unwind.
Then gather your thoughts and your wishes too,
and before you know it, your flying wish will have come true.
The world's a chasm that I want to explore,
whatever I find, I'm sure it'll leave me wanting more.
Anything is possible, for I am a master of the air,
whose breath has become intoxicated by its elixir.
I like to show my friends how amazing it feels to be
untied from perils beset by the laws of gravity.
When I feel the urge to fly, I just stretch out my hand,
for I am a person who can float on air - a so called airman!