What am I seeking? I'm not
sure I know, when I fly to the stars and leave my self far below;
When I soar across oceans
and dance over rooftops in the opal
moon's glow.
Am I delving the mystery of
why we are here or if we're alone in the vastness of
space?
Am I cruising the heavens
to find how it began and how we arrived in this celestial
place?
Or do I fly for the sheer
exhilaration, the joy, the absolute freedom, the wonderous
sensation?
It's timeless, ethereal, my
astral projection; a gossamer thread is my only
protection.
As I transcend the earth
and embrace the deep night, I am ever aware of the tenuous
connection.
The winds blow through me,
insubstantial am I, vaporous and airy, sublimely I
fly.
I am freed, for a time,
from all earthly cares. I belong to the cosmos only dreamers may
share.
At times I encounter
a wraith like myself and we drift together like leaves on the breeze.
Over rivers and mountains,
valleys and plains, the sky is a realm without boundaries.
We commune without
words, we float where we may till the magic of the night draws me
away.
The midnight canopy
is studded with stars. I am humbled and awed as I journey
afar.
Wherever it takes me, I
cannot deny, it's a gift beyond price, a portal in the
sky.
An explorer am I of a
dimension unknown; fellow wanderers follow the path I have
flown.
We are adventurers
on a mysterious quest, searching for answers until we may
rest.
