Skyward
Skyward
Towards the cardboard clouds
and crayon-colored sky
Skyward
Skyward
Towards my darling
Towards my necessary evil
Towards the embrace
that I die without
Heavenbound
where the shackles of depression
no longer are my anchor
Soaring
Soaring
The wind combing through my feathers
tugging, tugging
tugging me upwards,
wingtips parting the clouds
made of water vapor, rather than cardboard
Without caveat
gravity remembers
its duty to the earth
then whips me back
as if my chain has reached its end
Whiplash
head thrown back
wings snarled and snapped
As the dream ends
and cognizance slams my human form
back onto the bed
where this spurious adventure began.