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.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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