Midnight Flight

Underneath the emerald green midnight sky

A young girl stands by the coastal cliffs.

The blue grass rippled under the gentle winds, waves crashing down below.

The sound makes her want to melt into a puddle and flow.

She looks at the sea hundreds of feet below, and thinks now it is time to go.

With three steps back, and 15 forward, she is falling free

Through that sky of emerald green

Falling free she laughs out loud,

Wind tickling her ears

She blows a kiss to the waves

And the sharp rocks below.

Then just before it is two moments too late

Gravity lets her be/

So that she may soar clear and free,

Across those skies of emerald green.

She swoops through the air

And into the sky

Over the clouds.

And into the night.

Thoroughly enjoying her nocturnal flight.

She sings a song for being alive.

She looked over the clouds and saw pictures trapped inside,

Crawling about, wanting to be free,

A little help was all they would need.

What started as balls of fluff,

Came out as bears, dragons, and wolves,

That faded as clouds surely do,

Their bodies stretched in an amusing way

As if a child was playing with clay,

Parental winds taking them away,

Leaving her with a blanket of twinkling stars.

She plucked a couple from the sky,

And decided that they wanted to fly,

From her hands and into the sea,

Their colored tails forced her to giggle with glee.

Then she laughed because she could,

The sound echoing across the land,

Over the waves of that great sea,

And to the mountains that ranged afar.

I went around the world and back again,

But she never heard it herself,

Because by the time the song rolled by,

She was curled up in a grassy field,

Fast asleep and working on a dream.

----- by Mike

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