Written after a challenge

For flighty



As I drift I wonder
slip my thoughts to
a sleepy yonder.
On magical flights
I fly, roof high
to dream-powered sights
as I dip and I glide
and soar high in my mind,
touch tops of the trees
with somnambulist ease.

I snore to success
and spin to impress,
arms stretched to the clouds
as I wave to the crowds
in my drifting sleep journey
with all cares swept before me.
My conciousness flows
to sleep traffic control
as I sweep to a landing,
defy all understanding.

With snores, tossing and turning
on the edge of returning
but in dreamy nirvana
I remain a while longer
with a lightness and shine
I have limited time
for my air sailing will stop
with the sound of a clock.