My High



Each one of my cells vibrates,

Lifting up an inch

Then another

Until I am lifted.

Detached from my body,

My soul soars.

With the doves I fly.

Not satisfied,

I sail high

Then higher,

To the seventh heavens.

My form weightless,

I slip

In and out

Of worm holes

And through galaxies.

The stars,

The moon,

And the sun

Are my buddies.

We chat,

They are telling their secrets.


A jolt.


I return,

Regret filled

But enlightened.


Image credit: Alexas_Fotos

via Daily Prompt: Crescendo

23 thoughts on “My High

    1. Lol. I can imagine. It must be a wonderful feeling to be free and light enough to fly like a bird – note that most philosophers believe flying in dreams indicate a sense of release or freedom. This indicates to me that you must be having a ball living๐Ÿ˜Š.

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      1. Lol. Some of Freud and colleague’s analysis of dreams does sound like loads of bollocks๐Ÿ˜ƒ. While some I do agree with for example his interpretation of flying in dreams.

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