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

Series (Part 2 of 3): "I'm flying up above the clouds—"

I’m flying up above the clouds—
But there’s no cloud, there’s only blue.
But why can’t I imagine them?
I swear I do, they’re my dreams too!
I know some ancient poet thought
Of flying up there too,
And hasn’t every human thought
That they could fly there too?
But I really am original
And given just one chance,
I would’ve thought of flying high
Much sooner in advance.
And had I never read a book
Of birds who dreamed to fly
Or seen my friends jump off their beds
With plastic bags (they tried),
And if I’d never watched a plane
Weave loudly through the clouds
Or seen the cartooned superman
Fly swift without a sound,
I swear I would’ve thought of it,
And all that I would need
Would be myself, some faith,
A cloud,
And my thoughts to roam on
Free.

-DB
2/14/2010

Series (Part 1 of 3): "I'm flying up above the clouds—"

I’m flying up above the clouds—
No everybody does that.
I’m flying high over the sea—
But many others do that too.
I’m swimming in a gulf—of Mexico!
With dolphins and with sting rays slick,
And all around me water clear—!
But wait my friend dreamed that last week.
So what is it that I have dreamed
That none else have as well?
Oh dreams are such a common thing!
But life, oh life does swell
With all the different hopes and tears,
I think, and thoughts
I can’t control.
It’s unexpected and sometimes
It really takes a toll
On heart, on mind,
On body, soul; on—
Well, what else is there?
A treasure trove of lovely things,
And things that make me scared,
And things so sad and others happy
That I think they are quite mad!
So really isn’t life a dream
But just with less extremes?
No it’s the same, for I can fly,
And not just in my dreams.

-DB
2/14/2010