Flying Downhill

I had a recurring dream as a child
That I could stand on the crest of a peak
And, with the aid of a running start
And a trailing wind, could fly downhill.

Light as a feather I glide on the current
Of upswept air beneath my feet,
Gliding the wind to converse with the eagles,
To share their adventures, the uncommon thrill
Of the danger inherent when anyone tries
To defy the nature of gravity's rule.

But in a dream rules stand for nothing;
Everything's possible; anything goes.
Worlds expand and vision increases
Beyond the horizon and into the future
Where eyes are born of imagination,
And rules can never restrict or impose.

Ah! The wonder!  The absolute thrill!
Capturing Heaven...  Flying downhill.

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