I dream a dream today, of sky, of sun on wings, of flight
 The earth beneath me, reaching up for bone
But silvered wings uphold me, raise me high and make me light,
 Prevent my fall to grey and somber stone

Through air that’s razor sharp, as cold as tundra I ascend
 Toward the edge of space and leave below
Fetters I no longer need or want, don’t comprehend
 And wish I’d slipped so very long ago

This clay, this earthen body, limbs and torso, falls away
 Blood and sinew, everything that’s flawed
The wings are gone, not needed now, I climb with no delay
 And reach to touch the burning face of God

And then I wake, my life unchanged, my burdens still intact
 Afraid of flight, of sky, of life in fact.