Night Flight

                        Night Flight



                Octember winds seduce my dreams
                and whisk me off to play
                in places where my soul has never flown
                there to bathe my feet in streams
                that wash my pain away
                and meet with creatures I have never known

                To waltz with Elven maidens fair
                within a moonlit glen
                while Fairie-voices sing among the trees
                and lose myself in wonder there
                that's rarely ever been
                within the realm of probabilities

                Emerald Unicorns run free
                and romp with Wallaroos
                across a vale of undulating grass
                Nymphs and Dryads call to me
                with voices that amuse
                and fill my heart with joy that cannot pass

                Centaurs lope and Satyrs dance
                playing flutes of wood
                and chanting words that tell of other times
                when the world was full of chance
                and every creature could
                believe they sculpted magic with their rhymes

                and as I close my eyes once more
                giving in to sleep
                I realize no mundane, morning sun
                will ever open any door
                more real than what I keep
                locked deep within, and now my tale is done


                C.  Lon  R.  Bruso