Dreams of Flying

not really a story, kinda a monologue I guess. . .

If you had wings, and the ability to be carried off by the wind, where would you fly to? London perhaps, to see the city? Or Venice, where the view is lovely? Would you not fly to a destination in general, but to a loved one, you so deeply crave to be with? Or would you fly just for the soul sake of flying, feeling the breeze beneath your cosmic wings? For me, I would spread my wings of raven feathers and soar to Dublin, Ireland; all the way to the highest ledge, over looking the sea.

I’d take in the scenery, embracing sweet solitude; breathe as I listen to the waves crash upon the rocks; such a lovely melody played by their unification. I’d let my energy get the better of myself, and I’d cry; let the tears stain my cheeks as I feel the spray of the water’s collision. My wings would shelter me, for no one else could. The tune composed by the vast ocean and tall stones would lull my tears, and hush my sobs, as I pour out my soul unto the blank canvas of the rolling sea. With my loneliness, I’d dream of a hope, far off in the ocean that I could almost reach if I flew above...

I cannot duplicate the beauty of my dream, for words are not lovely enough to carry my tale... But the light, so strong, would swallow me up, leaving my empty shell with the feeling of wholeness, that I’ve only experienced a few missed times. With the waves calling me towards the edge, I’d think of those pale blue yes, so inviting, gleaming with some unknown understanding, so perplexing to me.

Reviews

[J.Carnevale]

Very deep. and emotional. i love it.

[Sally]

I like :) It's so pretty and deep. To me it really makes me think those questions to myself. Deepness. Very good love :)