Last night I dreamed that I could fly,
Take to the skies in a single stride,
Soaring above rooftops
Not like a bird but rather a kite.
This morning when I woke, I felt
Heavier than usual and burdened
By the gravity of my daily life
And bound to earth by boots of lead.
If there were a way whereby
My spirit might rise above the earth,
Leave behind my weighty flesh
And freely fly about the land,
What then? Would I leave behind
My earthbound life, tied by the merest thread
Of silver light, snapped or cut
By choice or chance to free my flight?
I sigh and know it cannot be;
I lack the skills to fly at will,
Except when I chance to know
My dreaming self and wake
Within the dream and leap feather-light,
Find my wings outstretched,
And for a time enjoy the skies
Until I slip into the dream once more.