Richard M. Ankers

Don’t tell me I’m dreaming,
As I skim over surf,
The feeling’s so real,
Almost not of this Earth.
Swooping past redwoods,
Higher than high,
If they grew any taller
Then they’d breach the sky.
Which is just what I’m doing,
As I pass by a bird,
At altitudes bordering
The edge of our world.
But all of it fades,
As I begin to awake,
Until my next journey
In my flying dreamscape.

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