Dream Flight With A Friend II

I was in another slumber movie,

which took place in an outdoor setting.

I was up in the air

and so were you.

Again, I took your hand so you could

fly with me. I felt a magic spark

from your hand, when you started

pulling me down like you did

in the last movie. "Never mind."

 

 

When I let go of your hand,

I didn't turn around

to look at your face. I just

kept flying but I wasn't as high up

as I was before. I flew into my backyard

and all I cared about was

trying to fly higher into the sky.

As I was struggling, there you were again,

ready for round two. I couldn't

go any higher. The moment our hands

touched the second time, you pulled me

down and the picture suddenly went black.

I could no longer fly. I was up in the air,

moving like I was swimming.

All I could do was float.

Whoops! There goes the movie!

Thanks a lot!

 

 

So much for our dream flight!

When you're around and

I'm in flight, I have to choose

between the magic spark

and the beautiful, blue sky.

Which one should I choose?

 

 

The magic spark is the path to a downward spiral.

The beautiful, blue sky means the freedom to soar.

My friend, I'm afraid you cannot give me that freedom.

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is Part II for the original in "Mari-Sweet Poems." Figurative or literal? Or both?