Drifting round  the star lit sky

Looking down and wonder why

I’m gliding round and looking down

On rooftops and surrounding ground

 

I’ve sprouted wings like superman

With twists and loops I rocket round

And sit on dizzy edges high

With wings folded  by my side

 

All is now just black and white

Washed by the moons eerie light.

The dreamscape I look down upon

Changes like chameleons 

 

The dream I’m in familiar lines

Repeats itself from time to time

Sometimes it ends in landing soft

And others crashing through the loft

 

And then appears  just in range

A technicolour  shape  that changes

No eyes no face no mouth or nose

It seems to be just one of Those

 

Where’s it  from, it’s always there

Does it comfort does it scare

I seems to not be there for me,again

Perhaps a guide for other men

 

I stretch to touch the billowing form

But out of reach it shifts like storms

That boil and froth in distant sky

It’s fleeting flash before my eye.

 

It’s been there since The age of 4

Brooding by the schoolroom door.

Visiting from time to time 

The answer I will never find