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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