It's not every morning you wake up to realize you can fly! |
Flight of Fancy It’s not every morning that I wake to find, Without the aid of wings, jets, or anything—I can truly fly, I would normally be terrified under these strangest circumstances, But this has been a dream of mine since I was dressed in Pampers; I hover out of bed, and out a second story window, The yard beneath me shrinks while the birds above me winnow, I can see these proudly plumose fellows are more than a little surprised, To see a groundling such as I, to flaunter my unthinkable flight; I wave gregariously at my newfound feathered friends, And we soar ‘cross the open skies before I rise into the stronger winds, My company now departed, I feel not the faintest trace alone, These downy clouds in cotton splendor will make a splendid home; I stand atop the world below, and survey all the land, And I know I’ll never return my feet into the soil’s hands, Having reached a height most satisfying, I fashion there a cloudy throne, And sitting in my stately air, I lay a cloudy crown upon my dome, I’m King of the highest spaces; I’m the Ruler of the skies, And there’s not a corner of the world that escapes my open eyes, I never want for sleep or food, or any requisite of man, For spirits never want such things, and there’s no denying what I am. Written by Josh Monk October 12, 2009 |