Flying

 

As I float across

candyfloss sunsets,

I watch cloud rings

encircle me.

I feel embraced,

I can taste little raindrop

kisses as they land

Delicately upon my face.

The rush of wind, sings operatically.

Electricity zips,

a storm hidden in the mist,

a lightning strike of bliss

as the raindrop kisses stick

to my lips.

 

I’m flying,

gliding, diving,

rising but never falling.

I won’t fail

if I just allow my wings to fly,

and I will

because this life is more magical

than any fairytale fable.

So I stretch them wide.

Spanning my life, from fledgling

beginnings

to reborn phoenix

on the rise.

 

And I’m flying, gliding,

swooping down.

I feel the ripple of waves

splashing up at me now.

Upside down drizzle

like the world has

stopped mid-summersault

and I glide swiftly

across its surface,

seeing my thoughts

reflecting me.

 

I’m flying, gliding,

my wings are free.

I slice through the night

like an eagle,

swiftly

crossing the mountains,

I feel the wind in my face,

and every droplet

of rain that is yet to fall,

springs onto me

like fountains dancing

to an unheard melody.

It’s like singing

at the top of your lungs and

hearing the universe singing back.