Lifted on a Thermal of Air
The spell that held me captive in the early hour of the morning,
the warmth that caressed me and soothed me to sleep, whence I was cast adrift in a trance, lifted on a thermal of air that enveloped me and sent me soaring.
Come dawn; I am the bird ploughing against the upcoming storm, pensive my emotions, the confidence I felt has gone.
My feelings I no longer thrust. Buffeted by the winds…