Flying high over mountain tops

Flying high over mountain tops

Feathering cloud cover

Heavy with droplets

Of recycled water

Ready to fall

Dipping deep down into valleys

Brushing treetops

Pine needles spinning

Catching the light

As they turn

Bursting into flame

As tindersticks

Shimmering against

A loch

Cracked with reflections

Scattered

Beneath strong wide wings

As the dreamer soars

There is no wax

No melting

Or spiraling down

To the ground

The sun bleaching

Over distant rooftops

As warm

As it was yesterday

Tired old potato head

Eyes drooping

Sleep soon to follow

Afternoon slumbers

Sofa driven dreams

We can be wherever

We want to be

It only takes a moment

To be spirited away

One for sorrow

Two for joy...