A DREAM TO DIE FOR

As my willing head hits the hypnogogic pillow

I know it’s time for the barely visible Time

To roll its wonderland-vision reel.

Floating on sweet streams of salty water

That nourishes his roots,

He narrows his eyes like a greedy hawk

And takes off to the sky

To make sport of fire.

A dream that feeds reality

Day after day,

Night after night,

Breath after breath;

A dream I was born with;

A dream to die for;

To go the farthest;

To go closest to the farthest point;

To make Speed stand still

And applaud;

To rain fire against fire,

Without remorse, without hatred,

Only reason and pride;

To weave a warm blanket

Of safe afterglow;

To be greeted by joyful claps and awed eyes,

Proud embraces and nostalgic meals;

To fly;

To fight;

A dream

To be an Air-Warrior.