with wings

With nothing to keep me firmly on the ground,

Nothing to anchor me down,

My mind floats and wonders,

And is lost in dream and fantasy.

So many worlds to see,

Unlike memories lost to me,

they're mine for the keeping.

Islands in the ocean of my imagination.



With nothing to keep me from dreaming,

With nothing to break my reverie,

My train of thought

Becomes a ship at sea,

With no one to guide it.

The moonlight can change,

Like images rearranged.

These are strange dreams of fluttering wings.



With nothing to keep my from flying,

I float to the moon.

I pause for just a moment,

I am me,

Purple wings and blue eyes.

Midnight.

Starlight,

Shining as I fly..