Dreams of Flying - Flown Away

Into the air I used to lift, and with the clouds or stars I’d drift. . . another place, another day. My flying dreams have flown away. No longer do I sail to sky at night when in my bed I lie. My feet, once wings, have turned to clay and dreams of flying flown away. Now sweet night visions in my head grow fewer. More I dream instead I’m lost or late. To my dismay, the flying dreams have flown away. Oh, where has gone nocturnal bliss, and how have plans gone so amiss that now I find my world turned gray and dreams of flying flown away? I long to run, leave ground and then glide up. . . Why can’t I soar again? I’m tied to earth and brought to bay now flying dreams have flown away. And fleeting time has also flown, so now I only can bemoan a fantasy I can’t replay in dreams of flying. . . flown away. For 'The Poet's Ache' Poetry Contest of Greg Barden