Flying felt more like falling fast,
from the sea into the quiet sky.
Terror like fish broken from a swarm,
exhilaration like a swallow dodging from teeth.
Next, I run blind through broken hallways,
with moss lined brick walls, and mist covered panes.
Echos chase me from dead end to stairwell,
a maze embedded into a hunting ring.
Finally, the rooster crows, the sun like a melody,
tears dry from my eyes, air a pillow on my face.
I reach out, reverent with frigid hands,
I’ve travelled far, I wish to be free.
Then I wake with a start, dream fading fast.
Nothing remembered, nothing achieved.
Except a faint feeling of loss within,
like snow in a torrent stream.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 1:08 PM UTC
Flying felt more like falling fast,
from the sea into the quiet sky.
Terror like fish broken from a swarm,
exhilaration like a swallow dodging from teeth.
Next, I run blind through broken hallways,
with moss lined brick walls, and mist covered panes.
Echos chase me from dead end to stairwell,
a maze embedded into a hunting ring.
Finally, the rooster crows, the sun like a melody,
tears dry from my eyes, air a pillow on my face.
I reach out, reverent with frigid hands,
I’ve travelled far, I wish to be free.
Then I wake with a start, dream fading fast.
Nothing remembered, nothing achieved.
Except a faint feeling of loss within,
like snow in a torrent stream.
this one was an assignment, with the theme of from dreaming to waking. we were supposed to try and write it in the style similar to poems in ancient china. i tried my best, but the word play is most definitely more english oriented.
