The Sixth Sense

The Sixth Sense And here I am at age eleven A sleep, so comfortable, so deep In a place that's warm close to Heaven All of a sudden, into the sky, I fly with one leap At this house, upon that hill A little further up, I hover above the thorny trees I see above, below and beyond me, still Everywhere is calm, moonlight and not a breeze Even as I struggle to understand And in the middle of this night I could fall, as I circle above this land What a weird and wonderful sight And so back to Earth, I gently glide Through this house, I call home So not a word to anyone I confide About this journey and no phone William Morrissey 2/7/07 vision