In my dreams I fly

The strain is heavy

In my shoulders and elbows

Exertion carries me to the rooftops

Where tiles and skys meet

Sneakers and eyes

I can't beleive my luck

I normally forget how to fly

Especially since I shouldn't be able to

Since no one else can

Not even you

The feeling of remembering

Is like sex, food and god

It's kindred to what death

After this life must be

Awakening into sleep

Sawing logs

...and in my dreams, I fly