Wings

Today I had an Extraordinary vision.
Got to imagine that I touched soft wings.
It was feather and fluffy.
As my fingers ran through the white.

I can imagine what it would be like.
To fly with these things.
As one would float and white dream.
It was intense beyond anything.

I was in a state of solitude.
As I climbed high onto the sky tops.
In quick rush and safe passages.
I could only picture these things.

As I came down to earth.
I pulled myself quietly back.
I think it was a little more than a dream.
It felt like it was surely real.