when i was much younger,
probably around 10 or so,
That I was Free Falling
and I woke up (!)
in a fright,
usually in tears.
my mom could not understand why.
she used to scold me, as i would try
explaining the terror of the never-ending blackness
that surrounded me in my falling
A couple of years ago,
I had the same dream.
but instead of falling,
I was flying!
And in the dark around me,
I created the city lights
that helped illuminate,
where I was going
which was no place in particular,
because I was enjoying
the art of flying.