Sojourn

I rode on the back of an eagle.
The wind was a screeching witch.
His feathers were my shelter, my refuge.
We hurtled through black vastness,
and I was a moment, a drop,
in the void.

'I need perhaps to explain, this poem was based on a very vivid dream I had. In the dream I could feel the wind rushing past me. It was one of those experiences that got me thinking of the immensity of time and eternity and to feel its vastness.'

by Mary Naylor

Comments (1)

What a fascinating dream. You are an eloquent wordsmith. Warm regards, Sandra