A Dream ?
Sometimes I pause and listen to the wind
As it blows lightly through the trees above
As gentle as the feather of a dove
I smile as all around me it does wend
And marvel at the music it does blend
I lean against a tree and close my eyes
Content to listen to this wondrous song
Then nodding into slumber before long
To dream that I am flying through the skies
And ride along the winds as they do rise
Above the clouds I soar to laugh and sing
A song of freedom like no other sung
My audience , the moon , before me hung
Sweet tears of joy upon my cheek do cling
While up above , the firmament does ring
Below a thunderstorm I do espy
And like a hawk I dive into the fray
To chase the rain that's blown into a spray
I dodge the lightning jumping through the sky
And give voice to a mighty battle cry
The wind is dying down its power spent
And I now feel a tug that's calling me
Back to the earth and all that I must be
Where I do wonder where the time has went
And plod along with a too mundane bent
I wake from sleep and hurry on to tea
I pass a friend who stops me just to say
How did you get so wet this sunny day ?
I smile and wink , It is some mystery
Perhaps it was a dream that came to be
Whysper