But In My Dreams I Fly

There is just a hint of sadness

That lingers in the air.

The sun is warm, the air is soft,

I should not have a care

And yet I feel the loneliness

That presages despair.

I need to shake dust from my wings

And learn again to fly;

I need to feel that I can soar

Across the boundless sky.

I long to leave the sodden earth

And all the tears I cry.

I know that I am bound to earth,

My wings must stay unfurled.

My task is here, where you need me,

My wings, for now, stay curled,

But when I dream I still can fly

Beyond this lonely world.

Psalm 55:6
I said, “Oh, that I had the wings of a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.