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.