Dawning Creations

Last night I dreamt freely.

I fell up into the clouds, soaring and singing a song about the blues once finding my strength.
It was a ballad type and I could feel the emotion vibrating through me and into the street lamps, tree branches and ground.

I fell into the sky, wanting to take a swift dip into the sun, only to fall on and on up and down like a yoyo.
On and on, I wanted to lap at the rain up close and taste the marshmallow fluffy white clouds.

The sun was too far away, and I was someplace else, tossing my backpack and all I knew into a stream.

It felt outrageous to sing as I let you all go withthe things that once meant so much to me.

There was no regret as I kept parading on, singing my song in broad daylight.

I felt light as the wind and free as the ocean birds singing with no one stopping, asking, prodding or attention-hogging.

I fell into a deep love with freedom, walking on by myself in the warm spring morning, mourning my old life with tears and a smile.

I fell into the sky last night, dipping so high and low as in waking life.
This was a much prettier metaphor and living this made the rise and fall much more magical.

My tendency to want to transcend, and learn to break open and grow from broken bones and scar tissue has never left me.
I guess I’m a child at heart longing for an adventure when this life just can’t be enough.

I will forever remember most, the hotel with the second floor and the music playing.
My window was wide open and laundry was washing.
For a brief moment I missed all of you, and my ballad continued.
Stepping onto the ledge, I let my voice carry me off, flying and drifting over busy streets and bridges and rivers and trees.

I kept my eyes open, not fretting the fall.
The falling was more like soaring, and I was in total control.

I miss that song, miss the warm fresh air, my teddy bear companion who sang with me, miss the circus of the blankets and beds I slept in and left behind.

I remember the vacancy.
I remember the stark honesty with myself and the ability to be lifted out of absolute formidable sorrow.

Most of all, I remember and miss flying.