In a dream of flight

[TranquillityBase]

If we dream of flying,
we know:
there is a ground below.

Tonight,
this dream feels different. 
Tonight we fly
over terra infirma. 

Once the ground is gone, 
falling and flying are the same. 

Our flight is not that of the goose,
but of the bat.
A quick change, scatter, dive
counter-clockwise.

Searching. The sunrise still hours away. 

Our sight, so attuned to a prior existence,
no longer serves.
So we fly, 
if only by echolocation, 
through the descended dark.

I like what you've done.  I've suggested some commas and thrown in a word you may or may not want to add.  Something I learned at the bat cave.

TqB