Series (Part 3 of 3): "I'm flying up above the clouds--"

I’m flying up above the clouds—

Yes it is, for the final time,

A dream of mine

And something I

Think I’d really like to try—

I see the sea, blue, clear to—

Hell would pour me half the trouble

Society and conscience pours!

They dare to gather in a huddle

And say they’ve heard it all before—

I greet the mountains with—

A whisper in my head you see,

Or two, they’re fighting constantly!

One gives me very pretty rhymes,

The other bashes them each time—

And when I wake, I think, “Adventure—

It’s quite alright, I understand,

I’m speaking to explain.

I’ve never been too good at that;

I’ll write so its more plain.

-D.B.

2/14/2010