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This poem has been posted on DU once before, a year or two ago. But I figured, what the hey. It's been my personal favorite of all my works since the moment I first put the thought down on paper. I wrote it many years ago, the morning after I had a dream which is described within the work.
To my great disappointment, I've never had the dream again. ---------
A SPECIAL DREAM
I had a special dream last night-- I dreamed that I could fly away, beyond the floating clouds-- I danced up in the sky.
The treetops were my stepping stones to reach the summer air so clear, so warm and sparkling blue! I wish I was still there.
My dream was very real to me-- I thought of it all day. I want to go back to my sky-- I wish there were a way!
To fly; to fly just like a bird! To laugh at gravity! It tasted sweet up in the sky-- like summer wine to me.
I had a special dream last night-- I dreamed that I could be above the mountains; with the stars! I flew, and I was free!
© 2006,2007 Steven A. Hessler All Rights Reserved
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