Once, I Could Fly
[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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