A SWEET FLYING DREAM
BY LAWRENCE FERLINGHETTI

We were two naked
		light-headed dandelions
			with natural hair blown out
	floating high over the landscape
			blown by zephyr winds
	 our long legs dangling
				straight down
			translucent
				  dandelion stems
	in an archetypal primordial dream
				        of flying
Sweet hills & waters
			flowed below us
	as we floated high over
				lakes & rivers
					  & windblown peaks
We
     drifted
	    wafted easily
			 We
			       flew wingless
	Full of air
		    our hair
			     buoyed us
      We
	Trailed our slim legs
			in streams of silver air
		There
			was nothing
				        blowing us down
				or away
					from each other
After a long way
		   and a long while
				        we
					  glided down
			lower & lower
	in great swinging circles
		The sea
			the lapping sea
					rose up
	   and we
		   were over gold land
					close up
	and I
		I was afraid you would
			        come against the ground too hard
	and I reached down
			            and took
				      your two extended hands
							in mine
	     and held you below me
				      like that
					        floating
As we drifted
		lower & lower
	the earth
		   came up to us
				 so softly
     And
	we landed
		    so quietly
	    sank
		so gently
			   to the bright soft ground
     And lay in the light
			flowerless fields