Flying

a hampered ascent

with a headwind's blow

whilst beleagured by

squalls rash streaks

and ice cold snow.

caught in your draft

im lead to more

to greater heights

to where?

... unsure.

at last arrived to which we drop

gliding on endless air

our landing flawless

our lives are lawless

we're birds without a care.

i had a lucid dream lastnight that i was flying.
so i wrote a poem about it (above).
i've always wanted to fly...

to not only ride but be the wind.
to fly to the centre of a hurricane.
to STIR-UP maelstroms and fight against the ocean.
to twirl with a tornado or twist with a twister
to sleep amongst the stars
to hug clouds
to crashland and take off
to do a loop-dee-loop
to dress up as an alien and make people think theyre real
i wish i was a bird

someday soon i hope