MY DREAM OF FREEDOM
- Nickidad
- Feb 1, 2017
- 1 min read
The dark sky was knighted with starlight,
hazily quiet and barely breathing.
Free in flight with subliminal wings,
silently soaring
meandering lazily
gliding aimlessly
hovering high above,
I am flying, like a bird
while peering down,
Scoping
the black shadowy images below,
perceived depths of the silhouetted trees
with
the overpowering synergy of the buzzing electrical cables
suspended
between the dark and rugged terrain
….and
the eerie canyon,
I felt good, above the danger.
Drifting, free falling towards the canyon
I felt a rush…then up and out again
freedom!
Drifting, free falling for the cables
I felt a rush….then up again
Freedom!
Thinking, wait!
I didn’t do that!
Drifting for the dark canyon again,
Thinking….
I have no control.
Fear flushed my calmness
into calamity.
Freefalling!
I awoke startled
With bated breath, gasping!
My freedom was a dream.
-Nickidad-
3/7/14