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When I Could Fly
by
Richard G. Shuster

 

.........At times even now in the deep of night, 
my dreams release me, to once again take flight.
As when an infant in playful games, 
ascending I took wing, for other planes. 

I know I'm not supposed to remember 
those times I flew in May, July and in September. 

Nor when, in Mother's tears,
I knew immediately of her fears.
From my nap, she could not make me rise
because I was soaring, through the skies. 

I know I'm not supposed to remember
those times I flew in April, June and in November. 

Looking down, treetops below,
at gleaming lakes and sparkling snow,
at moonlit scapes and brilliant sun,
I flew.... I flew.... just for fun. 

I know by now, you think me crazy,
to say I've flown, over fields of daisy's.
I know you think I've gone insane,
by claiming travel, through other planes. 

But when I could fly, I'll tell you this,
I could see all, which does exist.
Before adulthood, responsibility and duty,
flight introduced me, to freedom and beauty. 

Now, as times bring pain, and I'd like to cry,
I remember the times, when I could fly.
...............At times even now in the deep of night,
my dreams release me, to once again take flight. 

(Richard G. Shuster 04/12/96) 


 

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