October 20, 2018 by phicks2012
I’ll be printing it in our monthly SCA Newsletter, The Equinox, but also thought I’d share it here.
I Dream of Flying
I dream of flying; sailing swift and high
Above the patchwork world, where eagles soar
And clouds are strung like ghosts across the sky,
And raindrops fall to kiss a foreign shore.
Where worlds may vanish, and where dreams may ride
On windborne horses formed of brume and mist,
Below a vault where Summer’s children glide
And mountaintops by Winter’s breath are kissed.
On wings of faultless imagery I sail,
And ride the fearless lightning up and down,
Upon the shoulders of a southern gale
To arch beneath the jeweled Northern Crown.
With feathered fantasies, I windward steer,
Where earthbound chains will not permit I roam,
And dream of flying, far from grief and fear
Until at last I must be heading home.
[20 September A.S. LIII, 2018]