Poetry / ---- Sleep Woken Poem ----- [2]

Falling from the sky
Ordering the sky to
fall as I plummet up
Caught in the soft hands of prickly grass
Not a cloud in the sky,
The sun freezing me to
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Nothing starting, Always ending
without any wings, flying free
As I soar in the bright blue sea called the sky
Ever controlling yet unknown to all
I bite my teeth into the tide
Making it all mine