Just playing with words

[Willowhawk]

Fly
Flying
high above the night
I soar
in dreams I soar
and touch
the wind as it tears past
the silver rain kisses
my wings
(not tangible, not touchable
but metaphysical and always there)
and I glide
through freedom unknown in daylight

Sit
Sitting all day
at a desk
in a classroom
in my car
the rain
(grey now, not the bright
silver in my dreams)
beats on my windscreen
hearkens to another existence
I live to dream

[EarthWard]

Willow Hawk I think you are on the verge of some really great poetry.
You are your own best muse and I can't wait to read it.

[Willowhawk]

Thank you. It felt good to get *something* out!