A Flying Dream
after a flying dream by clare mc’carroll
Aug 09.02
those gossamer wings beating quietly
to the rhythm of my heart
a nebulous bird weaves silently across my mind
in the centre good and sad melded
whereon imagination takes flight
held softly in the grip of those vibrant flapping colours
coalescing and metamorphisising
into something mythological
part feng-huang
yin and yang expanding and contracting
to the beat of wings
part Gamayun
teasing me with myopic glimpses of paradise
part owl
picking randomly at my life blood
unprotected in the dark of night
I swoop down to the tactile dimension
where the soothing valleys of the cool fabric
provide a safe perch to rest on my flight
……through those threads of fancy
……a magic cloak brought to life
bestowing the wings of a flying dream
to free the possessor
from this monochrome existence
