.........At times even now in the deep of night, 
my dreams release me, to once again take flight.
As when an infant in playful games, 
ascending I took wing, for other planes. 

I know I'm not supposed to remember 
those times I flew in May, July and in September. 

Nor when, in Mother's tears,
I knew immediately of her fears.
From my nap, she could not make me rise
because I was soaring, through the skies. 

I know I'm not supposed to remember
those times I flew in April, June and in November. 

Looking down, treetops below,
at gleaming lakes and sparkling snow,
at moonlit scapes and brilliant sun,
I flew.... I flew.... just for fun. 

I know by now, you think me crazy,
to say I've flown, over fields of daisy's.
I know you think I've gone insane,
by claiming travel, through other planes. 

But when I could fly, I'll tell you this,
I could see all, which does exist.
Before adulthood, responsibility and duty,
flight introduced me, to freedom and beauty. 

Now, as times bring pain, and I'd like to cry,
I remember the times, when I could fly.
...............At times even now in the deep of night,
my dreams release me, to once again take flight.