Its a Dream

Ron Flatow
I was flying high
My mind sees the vision
I focus my thoughts
And a mountain appears
I begin to see myself with wings
The wind is now beneath me
Looking down the landscape changes
A rainbow reaches out into the sky
The sun is gleaming bright
Its rays caress my face
I begin to hear trumpets playing
Followed by bells ringing
Everything around me slowly changes
and suddenly I find myself back in my bed
with the alarm clock going off.
How rude!

Published by Ron Flatow

Ron is a published freelance writer and lyricist in magazines and small press. He collaborates with musicians, keyboardists and composers. Has received several poetry awards and has completed a lyrical poetr...  View profile

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