In My Dreams

Rebecca Anne Grant on Dec 19, 2007

I wrote about a dream that I have pretty often. It is so beautiful that I never want it to end, but I always wake up.

In my dreams, I can fly.
Over fields and trees, way up high.

Looking down at the meadows and streams.
I can fly, in my dreams.

Over the highest mountains, I go.
Down into the deepest valleys below.

Over oceans of blue and green.
I look down and my shadow can be seen.

I feel so free, gliding through the air.
Everything is so beautiful, from way up there.

In my dreams, I can fly over the snow.
I can go where no one can go.

I come down to a landing thats always smooth, it seems.
I open my eyes and smile, for I can fly in my dreams.

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IcyCucky on Dec 19, 2007
Wonderful poem, Rebecca! I had that dream too.
Rebecca Anne Grant on Dec 19, 2007
You know, that’s not the first time I have heard that. Maybe if we both have this dream at the same time, we will fly together. You think?
Josey on Jan 7, 2008
Sounds like a beautiful dream. No wonder you wanted to write about it.
Best Wishes,
Josey
Rebecca Anne Grant on Jan 8, 2008
Thanks for your comment Josey. It is a beautiful dream. The most beautiful dream I’ve ever had in my life and the good thing is that I have had it more than once. I looked up the meaning of it in a book of dreams one time and it said that it meant that I wanted to be free and in control. And you know, that’s true. I do want to be free to make my own decisions in my life and I do want to be in control of my destiny.

Hi there!