It seems like a dream,
but then that’s only how
it seems. Truth is more
than a dream could ever be,
for there were others there,
the truth, they too could see.
Still, disbelief is a malady
that haunts the mind when,
one does not believe what
eyes and mind truly see.
My eyes saw tree tops
far below, and mountain tops
covered with winter fresh snow.
There were street lights,
aglow orange and yellow.
All were there beneath me,
so very, very, far below.
The frightening thing is,
how to stop when you soar past
those majestic mountain tops.
One must concentrate on lightness,
concentrate on air and feathers,
the space where ducks and birds
gather. Know with all your
might, you are one of them
flying through the starlit night.
Kindred aviators drawn together
by a dream like state.
Some would say it is a lie,
it cannot be done, it’s not human fate.
I know it’s true! I’m the one
that lived it, the night
I learned to levitate.
Ah! You are a nonbeliever.
But here is proof if this you’ll do.
On a full moon night,
in the amber lunar light,
when a shadow casts an inky blue,
think about me, then look-up,
you may find me high above, smiling,
and waving, looking down at you!
Honest, trust me! It’s true.
Copyright: 2009, Donald Harbour
Donald Harbour Poetry 
Thank you for participating Donald. Nice narrative here and an open invitation created by the poem too, making for a sense of welcome I mean. Truth isn’t always measured by a yardstick either. Thanks.
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I think I will join you up there!
tale of two toes
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Oh shoot…for the stars I mean. I believe you can, in your mind. Such a beautiful fantasy, such a beautiful lie..beautiful lines I mean. Love this Donald.
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Loved it! (from another “night flyer”.) I DO believe you….
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Hi Donald,
I believe you, though hundreds wouldn’t!
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Don, dear friend,
nice work.
You’ve got a powerful imagination,
let alone you realized it well here.
Sorry, I’ve been very busy and learnt about this prompt
too late (in fact by chance). That’s why I couldn’t submit any of mine
as I have some poems that would be alright here.
Well, at least, I read your work.
Hope I’ve got some free time soon…
Konstantin.
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What a beautiful “lie”! I like the way you address the reader/listener:
Ah! You are a nonbeliever.
But here is proof if this you’ll do.
Very smooth, gliding tone.
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Donald,
I like the counterpoint of the tone you use in this against the unreality of the experience. It provides a great balance. You savor the nuances at the start, talking about truth, your voice then (as we are taken aloft) is patient or gently didactic, explaining the nuances.
“…The frightening thing is,
how to stop when you soar past
those majestic mountain tops.
One must concentrate on lightness,
concentrate on air and feathers,
the space where ducks and birds
gather.”
Then you come down to earth, to the ‘unbelieving’ (reader) but ultimately are found away from him/them at the end, placing yourself among the quixotic/faithful, with the heavens, not the ground, as destination. Again the voice is patient, understanding, not overcome with the emotion of the experience, rendering it believable. Great piece.
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Yes, that’s a great idea to make this address the reader – very effective.
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I loved the imagery in your flight of fancy. Thank you for inviting me to discover this joyous adventure, Donald. =D
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A lovely adventure – I’m waving and watching.
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You reminded me of how bad I’ve always wanted to fly, unaided by machinery, in this piece. I’ve had so many flying dreams it’s not even funny. I love these lines especially: “One must concentrate on lightness,/concentrate on air and feathers,/
the space where ducks and birds/gather.” I enjoyed the read.
-Nicole
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nice one DH and gracias for sharing…..I jump^off the mountains every day and fly around the Columbia Valley….quite nice
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The insistent faithfulness of lies is beguiling. Thanks for playing along!
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