Sometimes I dream of flight,
Of racing up into the gaping jaws of the night sky,
Consumed by the famished heavenly heights,
Addicted to the notion of liftoff into the atmosphere,
Drinking the aroma of the wind,
And gazing in wonder at the luminescence of the stars.

Sometimes I dream of flight,
Enveloped by the vibrations and sensation of roaring jets,
As the warm drafts of air flow like a stream,
Sanguine emotions rush through a euphoric mind,
An eye peers out to partake in blinding sunlight
And the illusions and delusions fade into confusion.

Sometimes I dream of flight,
But quickly the realization strikes like a sledgehammer,
What moments ago was a genuine consciousness,
Is leeched away into veracious truth,
The real world looms and awaits my waking,
Although never will I give up that dream of flight.