I had a dream the other night –
I dreamed that I had taken flight.
Without good wings to carry me through,
I lost no speed, in fact it grew.
I hovered, rising here and there,
People stood to stop and stare…
One snake I saw, pitch-black as tar…
He hissed and said “You won’t get far…”
I wept above him, soaring high,
For HE was suffering, not I….
The tears I cried fell down as rain…
and then I was awake again.
© The Secret Poetess, October 2016