Falling Airplane

Now and then I dream in my dreary mind Of an airplane I can’t hear but I see in the sky. It falls toward the ground, eerily without a sound. And I’m in the middle of nowhere helplessly seeing A flight of lives in a nightmare helplessly being About to crash to the ground – right in the sun Without a sound being heard by anyone. But something wakes me before it ends I’m shaking and pouring out sweat. I hope it ended alright, as by some miracle, As it will one day be my flight, I’m fearful, but There’s nothing to do but be cheerful And hope some pass in more beautiful dreams While the rest of us wake from our nightmare-filled sleep.