It's a Dream
I was flying high
My mind sees the vision
I focus my thoughts
And a mountain appears
I begin to see myself with wings
The wind is now beneath me
Looking down the landscape changes
A rainbow reaches out into the sky
The sun is gleaming bright
Its rays caress my face
I begin to hear trumpets playing
Followed by bells ringing
Everything around me slowly changes
and suddenly I find myself back in my bed
with the alarm clock going off.
How rude!
Copyright © Ron Flatow | Year Posted 2007
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