Lifted on a Thermal of Air

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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…