Flight

This comes from a flying dream I had as a small child. I hope you like it!

In the largest meadow,

Sits a tree, where miracles

Bloom, grow, and ripen

In the silver sunlight.

 

Clouds become misty veils

To let in only the purest

Of the grey sunbeams

To the land of miracles.

 

I walk with confidence

And pluck a blue apple

From the lowest branch,

Standing on my toes.

 

Tingling, cobalt energy

Surges through in waves

Of strength and joy.

I feel like jumping to the moon.

 

Gravity pushes harder

And then, finally, releases.

I rise, hovering above,

Slightly scrunched.

 

Full laughter erupts

Like bells and birds.

I will myself higher,

And fly above the tree.

 

In the largest meadow,

Sits a tree, where miracles

Bloom, grow, and ripen

In the silver sunlight.

 

While I fly above, watching.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[Emily B]

Some days I go outside to walk during lunch and I'm almost certain that I could float on up to the hills. One day it might happen.

Miracles ripening and blue apples. Amazing stuff here.

[Wildfleour]

Justin - I have to tell you, you never fail to impress me. Honestly. No critique, just praise.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

This is beautiful - I often had flying dreams as a child but haven't had any since I grew into adulthood. This brings me back to those magical moments. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha