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.
The euphoria I felt Was entirely mine: It wasn't aided or abetted By spirits or wine. Beautifully expressed. Nice poem shared. 10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem Angela Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken