OUT OF BODY
Within the twilight of my sleep,
We mirror each others likeness.
We are expansive, one
With the eagle, flying high;
Free falling through space
Amidst the clouds connected to
The sky that is our blue vista.
Diving through the unbiased air,
We hover above the summit,
No gravity yet drawn upward.
Half awake amid delusions and dreams,
The breeze brings me down to earth;
Reminding me I am caught between
My own philosophical heaven,
And reality to which I must return.
© Rose Bruno Bailey