by Robert Cooper

Created on: August 01, 2008

Above the city lights,no sound do I hear,
Just the cool night's breeze steady brushing my ear.
No wings, nor a plane, to think it's"extreme",
I can't be, impossible, it must be a dream.

Turning and climbing, the rush when I dive,
These wonderful feelings,my senses alive.
Where am I now? Unfamiliar I know,
Thought I was lost til I found the moon's glow.

Curiosity peaking, how far, and how fast?
The birth of this ability, how long will it last?
The survivor inside says fly straight and fly low,
In turn taunts the explorer,how high can we go?

I must go, I must try,I just can't resist,
The wonder and freedom that saying "no"
Would have missed.

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