I fly

I fly
Where I fear my feet will not land
In fear, the muck drags me down
So I skim
The surface of the marsh of my dreams
Where I can see, but not land
And catch foot, to launch until tomorrow
But I fly
And glide forward
Without fear, without
A thought about dawn
…for I know it will come
And draw me in
And pull me forth
And……
I fly