Dream of Flight

Bronze sculpture of child flying

I awake . . .
Laying in my bed, but somewhere else entirely.
Is it real or was it just a dream?
(Is there a difference?)

I can still feel the wind rushing by my face.
I touch the canyon walls with my fingertips.
The beautiful green below, the vast blue above
Colors so vivid ‑ I can taste them.

I dip my arm ‑ tilt my hand ‑ I turn with ease.
I arch my back ‑ look upward ‑ I ascend
My soul is on fire ‑ I can fly!

I enter a new dimension
I close my eyes and continue my dream . . .