The Pilot’s Dream

My Dream Today,

To rise beyond the clouds that oppress


Below, all is Grey,

Yet Above,

The welcoming Sun illuminates soft white castles,

Afloat on the wind,

Shape-shifters that,

Changing with every moment,

Rise to greet me,

Yet melt from my touch!


All earthly troubles hidden by a peaceful shroud,

To Float on the Wind,

My Dream Today


Martin Addison… 23/05/1992


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