This is a fairly old poem, which I wrote for some random competition. Changed the structure a bit and put it on here. Not quite sure why...

Fantasies of flying

Grounded, kept solidly in place,

By a power I cannot,

Touch,

e

Or savour.

To dream is to escape,

Elope,

With fantasies of flying.

Emotions so strong,

They tear and rip

R u i n.

And then stand casually by g.

A vindictive reminder of dreams which didn't last.

A fleeting glimpse of escape,

Where opportunity is endless,

Available.

I can touch the sky

Circle the moon and

e..

w i t h

t h e

s...

The tango, flamenco, samba, salsa

Then a singular moment of

Waking.

The force which brings emotions,

Hopes, dreams,

Crashing down

Reality dawns, a crimson sunrise,

Truth,

Ever compelling.

The ideas which rebel against

That unbreakable link with our world.

A shared ideal, a human bond.

The reasoning which we understand,

But never stop to consider.

Grounded, dreams of soaring removed

Emotions controlled,

Human.