Our experiences in dream, if often enough repeated,
become as much a part of the fabric of the soul
as our waking experiences.
The man who regularly flies in his dreams
will be initmate with the nuances of flight.
His soul will know how to ‘skit’ and ‘scurry’
and ‘dip’ and ‘bob’ but also how to ‘soar’…
His rising will lack tension or constraint.
His descent will be without gravity.
Would such a man not look askance
at some of our concepts in the waking hours?
His notions of ‘contentment’ may hop, skip and jump
a little more than our own, and be a bit more ‘airborne’…
And would the poets flight of fancy not seem
to him somewhat ponderous and earth bound?