Fly

1574r-21604In my dreams I can fly.
In my dreams I’m in the sky.
I don’t need any magician things
for in my dreams
I’m given wings.

Daydreams see me wide awake
…yet dreaming

Sleeping in my memories.

I am the spirit having flown
who loves the feel of flight
and delights in being
as light as the air upon
which I breathe
…and soar.

Who could ask for more
as I preen and smooth these
wings of love
loving every single moment

…that, caress of
feathered down in
my beak as I lift
and tease

sift them into perfect place.
then, satisfied

open them wide

Take off, finding instant
peace and freedom as I
soar up high above the
clouds of my discontent
then, settle down to glide
up there in the wide
blue yonder.

Still wonder why I love it?

Come with me

find freedom in
that sky

Close your eyes
and

simply….

Fly

~*~
©Daydreamer      *All rights reserved

Freedom Sky

This song has always inspired me to write of the freedom and majesty of an Eagle in flight and, it is the inspiration for the following prose.
I also created the video.

 

FREEDOM SKY

On a day like no other
she opened sleepy eyes
to the hush of all around

there was nothing moving
not even,
silent sound.

A breath of the universe fell
so light from space
to touch with such a softness
the cheek of her up-turned face.

Dawn’s sun kissed distant tree-tops
with the wink of a lazy eye
and there she stood on the
tallest perch, over-looking
earth and sky.

She fluffed
She stretched
She preened herself and gleamed

Lifting feathers to a gentle breeze
she teased them away from wings
that she unfolded very slowly to
ease herself awake
preparing for the journey
she was about to make.

Caught between two worlds
of darkness and of light

To her left, were moon-lit meadows
still held in Lunar’s trance
swaying in intimate movement
of a lover’s sensual dance.

To her right, translucent sunbeams
warmed her naked skin
feathers raised and readied
she welcomed heat to reach those depths within
where memories of a thousand moons
are recalled in mystic dreams
and nothing is impossible
sing the songs of distant streams.

With one long last knowing gaze
she surveyed all that she could see
and with only a leap of faith
she opened majestic wings out wide
and caught a favoured breeze
thereupon, to glide.

And,

Up, up and away she soared
to the freedom of her skies.


~**~

© Daydreamer Too

I love being able to let my thoughts just…fly….
Ever since I was a young child, I’ve always dreamed I could fly and know instinctively how it would really feel if I could….who knows, maybe my spirit did…in a past life.
(I guess) We are all as free as we allow our minds to be.

Shared with Poetry Pot Luck, Inspired by a song