Shadow Dance
Poetry by Gill Schwartz

NIGHT FLIGHT

In dream I hurtle through the air,
spin and twist with faultless grace,
legs and body arched with care
as I plummet, the earth towards my face.

Wing-arms flap in desperate ecstasy,
gulping clouds of thinning breath,
hear crunching bones and wake to see
I've dreamt myself into a wakeless death.

 

 

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