A Dream

I had a dream

That I could fly.

I’d spread my wings

And touch the sky.


I’d swoop and soar

And dive and glide.

I’d loop de loop

and fly so high.


But the thing with dreams,

Although they’re great,

Is they disappear

Soon after you wake.

The Last Sunset

The sun is setting, life is fading. My last few hours on Earth.

Getting darker, I say goodbye. Feathery white wings grow out of my back.

I stand atop a lush green hill feeling the wind on my face.

The light is gone…

I jump and soar up into nothingness!