In a vicious sky
I persist to fly,
In spite such rain
Has wind feel strain,
And clouds
Hang on a string,
Fixed to a heaven
Of Beelzebub’s reign,
Though but a dream
Of eerie things,
Forever I glide
On falcon like wings,
In night flights of fancy!
If one is to dream, this is it!
Thank you my friend! And if a change is as good as a rest, why not a dream as exchange, for time from life’s ebb, one might wrest…? Jean-Jacques
Yes, why not?
A fantastical journey through the night …well done !
The only down side to this poem is to wakeup from such a dream… Thanks. Jean-Jacques