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[A tribute to my very favorite type of dreams in childhood, and I don't believe I'm alone in that.]


Once I could fly without a plane, 
unconstrained by gravity and
unbounded by mother earth, 
I would soar like a human eagle,
my arms wings, my heart warm 
and beating notes of pure joy....

High up in the cool air I was safe, 
lord of all I saw as I dived and 
banked, rose and fell again, 
brushing close to ground but
never touching--then pumping 
my winged arms to reach far 
above a trite, boring world 
whose creatures wore chains
too heavy to let them fly....

Oh, how I loved that time 
when the child I was could fly 
every night in special dreams, 
or so it seemed...I suppose 
they really were not so often, 
those nights when I could jump 
off a roof or a cliff and know, and
truly know I would sail free on the  
untamed winds--but alas... 
as I began to depart childhood 
my flying dreams grew scarce, 
and their glory diminished--
I would have to flap my arms, 
harder and harder to gain height, 
and even so I could barely free
my body of heavy and dull earth.

Then one day, one ordinary day, 
it was done, and I had to walk,
to fly no more, no longer a god--
Yes, once I could fly, and whether 
it came from some dimmed memory, 
perhaps of heaven, or just the fruit
a kid's imagination, I know not--
60 earthbound years have passed
and still I long to fly free again....

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