Flying High

FLYING HIGH

I dream of flying
high into the sky
beyond the clouds
yet I know not why.
The reason we dream
is still unknown
or is it secrets or fears
so deeply sown?

I dream of sun rays
dancing along my skin
filling me with warmth
seeping deep within.
Sitting on clouds
to occasionally peer down
yet I'm too high up
to hear life’s frantic sound.

To watch in delight
as colours mould
into an exquisite rainbow
hiding it's pot of gold.
To be like Pegasus
and play among the stars
prancing the milky way
onto Jupiter or Mars.

Or to seek my solace
under cascading moonbeams
for the only time I can fly
are deep within my dreams.
Dreaming is a pathway
to self discovery
but could my dreaming be
my only sanctuary?