Dream Time ©

In dreams I soar like a swallow
My flight long and brave
Part of a flock
The reward of returning home
Winter in warmth being but survival

Here I have hills valleys and trees
Food aplenty and soft rain
I know I must return
Fly south but for now
Home is sweet and gentle

Time is relative in dream state
I dip in and out feel rainbows
Satin and velvet in substance
Ether above eons old
Swallow like I soar and sweep

Morning light apricot sky
My feet on terra firma
Half remembered thoughts
Cushion the day ahead
Become part of my soul