.6. Dream Flyer Poem by David Threadgold

In dreams I can fly
Over Mountain and dale
I float above meadows
On winds I can sail

Aloft I can see things
Not seen on the ground
For many a mile
I view all around

In some dreams I fly fast
In others it’s slow
With no fixed agenda
I just come and go

I’ve flown over rivers
Some crowded with boats
Where fishermen work
In their old oilskin coats

Once in a storm
The thunder was loud
So I hitched a free ride
On a passing rain cloud

Nobody sees me
When I’m passing by
Because I’m not there
It’s in dreams that I fly


© 2008 David Threadgold
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