My dream drifts higher, mounting to the sky;
A leaf upon my stream of consciousness.
A long, contented breath, a serene sigh,
Escapes my mind to see such winsomeness.
I climb the sky on frail gossamer wings.
I feel the sun and chase the winds aloft.
I taste the joy, as all creation sings
Of all that’s good, in voices sweet and soft.
I sing as higher yet I scale the blue.
My spirit feels the music of the spheres,
Each note a vibrant, resonating hue,
Enraptured by the melodies it hears.
I weep upon that pinnacle of flight,
And dream tears stain my pillow on that night.
Mick McKellar
July 2015
I have found beauty and joy in such wonderful dreams, and long wished I could share both the wonder and the music.
Mick
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