Freefall
By: Opal Soul

The dream was sheer terror
Of complete incontrol of
Emotions, feelings, tumblings...
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Through an endless atmosphere
Of uncertainty and elation
Compelling, beautiful...
W
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N
D
Catching, blowing, then floating
And then I realized
Bliss instead of fear...
F
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G
Spread my wings and
P
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E
D
Into love with you

Written/Copyrighted: March 26, 2001.
Last "broken word" could be replaced with "fell," but I think "plunged" is more expressive. What do you think? I think I should be studying for college algebra. It's amazing what I can do with no inspiration... now if ONLY this would work with stories! Flames, comments, suggestions, and the like are welcome at OR .
Thanks to: my wonderful spell-check and the muse that must have visited me. Maybe he's on loan.
"If I am a jewel, as a dear friend once flirtatiously dubbed me, I am an opal. Fiery ice swirling in the milk-white of innocence. Passion and compassion. Myself to the core." Surprisingly enough, I wrote that. It's just to clarify any questions on my strange pen-name.