I Believe I Can Fly

I've been told so many times that I can't fly,
that without wings I could never touch the sky,
and though scientifically they may be true
my heart refuses to believe it's something I can't do.

In my dreams I'm a bird, a dragon, a bee
spanning the skies countless miles free
to countries, to planets, to galaxies beyond
becoming a witness to things of which I grow fond.

I see people and places I've only wished for,
always being told it was impossible to hope for more,
but here I am touching the distant moon
and dancing with the stars that hum their own tune.

I am soaring with the eagle that is now ever rare;
we race with the wind rushing through our hair,
swooping down to the stallions that rule the plain,
cantering to and fro with the breeze kissing each mane.

Clouds embrace my skin, the golden sun isn't far.
Who ever thought I'd be so close to our famous star?
I'm on top of the world, flying higher yet.
Wandering through improbabilities I could never forget.

The views, the sights, the sweet feeling within.
As I drift above the shore, I see my reflection, a grin.
Here, I break, and dive for a gather of clouds of eleven,
falling into a pool of kind light as I open my eyes to Heaven.

I don't have to wait for the welcome of night
to hear the nightingale sing harmoniously during her flight
nor have I need to wait for the pastel color of morn
to watch the rising of the sun newly born.

My world is filled with comfort- I am out of this cage.
I'm living my fantasy novel, but when I turn the page
it says the character awakes, the perfect dream will leave,
but my heart, oh this heart, continues to believe.