I Dreamed I Could Fly

Running away into my mind,

searching for the spark that once was I.

Darkness I could only find,

almost as if I were blind.

I lit a match, to light the way.

Looking for a memory.

Dreaming in the illumination,

Or just another hallucination?

Rainbows appearing, clouds in my eyes.

Sunshine on my back, as I drift by,

wind in my hair, as I can fly.

High as an Eagle, owning the sky,

then swooping down, through tall meadow grass.

Dreams,

good dreams,

so rare,

they come to me.