Around the horizons rim,
some halfway up a limestone wall,
carved were hieroglyphics where
someone before me used to
climb and whirl,
to contemplate
besetting fears
of flying in
the astral
world.

I see the callus of concrete
neath disappearing moss of peat.

I flew above the crowds through cool windy blocks of
city streets.

I flew out to stars
of a race of starvation slim
inhabitants of another world
where waves of light permeates
all space and transmits
transverse waves of
electrons with memories
of years ago,
millenniums
etched in the
collective consciousness
for us to keep as the oceans sand
sticks to the skin of
my third eye.

I am only one luminous grain
embe dded in your hand.
Tonight, I will take
you along with me flying
through this voluptuous
beautiful wondrous land.

Meet me in the face of this cloudy taste.
To shine the light and understand the Pleiadians race.

I dreamt of flying a few more times since this one. Just the other night I flew. I am getting better at controlling it ;)