Touch the Sky
Author: Zorra Reed
Moonrise Inn Publications

Sometimes I dream that I can fly
With an effort of will
I launch into the sky
With a thought
Wings sprout from my back
With a laugh
They flap

Like a candle stick
Dressed in snow
I shine
Pure
Bright
I am the source of light
Flickering on my wick

The wind carries me
Caught beneath my wings
Over buildings and mountains
Across valleys and streams
High into the Heavens
I sore

I am flying
I am as the angels are
The dream is the reality
Reality is the nightmare
The nightmare is limitations
Where wings are trapped
Where light is dimmed
Where Heaven is Hell

Sometimes I dream that I can fly
Sometimes I don't needs wings
To touch the sky
I know in my heart
That I do fly.