Drift

With eyes wide open the world spins lucidly out of control  
   
Growing faster and faster, the world is growing...  
   
White blonde hair whipped passed her face would seem so far away  
   
Like a forgotten lover's name it is so sureal...  
   
Ideas of flight abstractly toying wih the corners of her mind  
   
Her wings are pressed flat...  
   
A final escape from a dream which you could never wake  
   
This is her ecstacy.  
   
Her final curtain...  
   
Perhaps it would seem odd that her last thoughts would be of her mother  
   
So soft and warm...  
   
They never did agree on anything...  
   
Perhaps in another life they could finally see eye to eye but there would be no such luck this time around...  
   
Her head tossed in a backwards roll  
   
The last ten or fifteen feet seemed to disintegrate away...  
   
A dream's sad ending could never be so uplifting  
   
She opened her eyes for the last time to find her dream had given way to the real  
   
She had been set free  
   
...and had finally embraced the unknown
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler  A.K.A.  -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan