In Dreams
A poem of visions
In dreams I fly across the sky
free as a bird in flight,
I hover dive and then glide
and merge into the night.
In the darkened night-time skies
I skim over the oceans,
then soar the doors of heaven,
in acrobatic motions.
I speed and swerve and somersault,
and tumble though do not fall,
then suspended like a sentinel
I usher in the birds’ first call.
All is quiet below me,
as dawn melts her first blush
and paints the fields in golden hues
with nature’s practiced brush.
The dew sparkles like diamonds,
prisms of light pierce the dawn,
down below in sketched landscapes,
herald in a brand-new dawn.
Then like Icarus I flap my wings
and soar towards the sun,
only to melt into infinity,
when the day is done.
My eyes flutter and open to
a world lost in my dreams,
where there is no normality
and nothings’ as it seems.
In dreams I fly to other worlds
and whilst I’m fast asleep,
I float and fly into the sky,
into the unknown, I sweep.
©
David Rudder
15th July 2020
Thank you for reading.
