The feeling was familiar

The soft rustle

Echoing through my ears

The pleasant weight

When I lift my shoulders

Reassuring and subtle.

I look down

And see the edge that was

Somehow always there;

My starting point.

My bare feet dangle

Skimming the art

I see below.

Sometimes it's lights and cars

And sometimes it's sandy floors

Maybe oceans

With waters so clear

But up above

Its always

A starry sky

With soft clouds

Spotting here and there.

I smile;

I know what happens

Its always the same

Just a change of scenery.

I lift my face towards the sky,

Close my eyes

As the familiar zap

Runs through my veins

I arch my back

As I feel them unfold

Behind me

Majestic and proud

Coloured white like a dove's,

Ethereal,

Yet strong.

They spread

Ready to bear my weight

Ready to catch me.

I take the last step

And soar

As I catch the wind

Beneath my wings

The currents of air

Passing through the feathers

Tingles my core

And surges me forward

I shoot up

And dive forwards

Spinning elegantly as I go

My hair whipping around me

I giggle

Feeling high

As I whiz past

Skyscrapers and towers

Sand dunes and mountains

Or the wide open sea so blue.

The creatures of the sky

Join me sometimes;

Proud creations

Who welcome me so dearly

To their territories

Untainted and pure.

I race with them, sometimes

To feel the thrill

Rushing through my blood

Heightening my senses

As the cool air brushes my cheeks.

I glide over open waters

Letting my fingers

Skim the surface;

When I circle fast

And spiral up

The water follows me

In a magnificent arc

That cuts through

The midnight blue.

As my time in the sky

Comes close to ending

I feel the familiar throb in my heart

As the stars bid me goodbye

And I know in a moment

I'd be back home.

I close my eyes tightly

Wishing with all my heart

That it would last.

But alas,

When I open my eyes

My white ceiling greets me.

I peek behind me

Hoping to catch a glimpse

Of the beauties that carry me

Through the clouds

But all I see is a corner

Of a sharp shoulder blade.

I peek beneath my sheets

Hoping to catch a glimpse

Of the strong legs

That steer me through flight

But all I see is a tangle of limbs

That lay limp and useless.

I sigh.

Life.

I reach forward and grab my special chair

With wheels.

As I lower myself into it

My smile never leaves.

I may not walk

On this small, mortal world

But in my dreams

I soar