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