A child
climbs a wall,
but it's the man
who takes the fall -
Everything comes and
goes, to die...
I, only wish
I could jump off, and fly -
Sometimes, late at night, in my dreams
I do.
Laughing and dancing
in the moons silky beams of slippery blue.
Sometimes I'm able
to sleep at night,
I soar past the moon
shinning bright -
Up beyond the stars
and the Milky-Way,
in my dreams, sometimes, I fly
until the break of day -
Sometimes I sleep
at night.
Sometimes
everything is right.
And I fly in my dreams
with eyes open wide,
seeing all new and wonderful things
passing along either side -
I fly in my dreams... yes,
I fly in my dreams;
Amazing, is it not, what the night
sometimes brings -
Me too Smoky, to fly away. A beautiful poem of the imagination. Enjoyed reading.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all have dreams of flight. Who knows, maybe we can just don't know it. Well expressed Smoky