Daydream

Air rushes past my face,

I am diving.

Playing with the wind

As gravity directs me.

Then just as my fingertips

Brush the spitting waves,

Upwards I leap.

Climbing

With every stroke

Of my wing span.

Gravity is not my master.

Diving,

Again,

As an arrow aiming for its target

I drop.

Farther now,

Breaking the surface of the sea,

I use my outspread arms

To propel me to the bottom.

Dark, and warm it is

Down here,

But my lungs will not allow

Me to stay here.

Shoving off

From the sandy floor

My wings beat on water

Upwards.

Bursting from the deep,

My wet hair flung back,

My wings are laden with water,

But I am strong.

 

 

Author's Note

I wasn't sure where to end it but tell me what you think XD

Reviews

[Big ol' Kahuna]

I liked this a lot. I think the imagery was great, and it reminded me of a James Patterson book I read dealing with some "bird people".
I thought you did a very good job taking us on a great and entertaining ride.

[Jemma]

The imagery is amazing.. I can imagin myself in that place. Great write.
beutifully done :)

[An owl on the moon]

Powerfully vivid! You so effortlessly describe the feel of floating and flying, moving without the hindrance of gravity. I loved the feeling it brought as I read it!

[RiNNA<3]

this is an awesome poem.(: i like it. good job.