My Blissful Flying Dream
Flying dreams keep me unaware of the stuff that might keep me in my place.
My eyes have no thought of opening, unaware they are shut,
My heart is pure happiness, in our safe spot.
Until I land hard in my body,
And my hands shake.
I gasp, and my eyes pop open.
My heart is beating rapidly,
I am now
Disturbed, and
Perturbed. I try to return
To the fly zone of ecstasy, but I am
Now starting to resume the earthly awareness
That I am squeezed into this confining shell
I cannot wait until tonight’s REM sleep
Hoping for a more graceful
Landing next time my soul
Returns.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2018
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