On the winds of a dream

 

I fly on the winds of

a dream that won't come true.

It flew too close to the sun.

Heat evaporated the glue

holding its wings together,

severing hope from that

which was true.

 

But still, I glide those winds.

Because of truth,

The truth I hold within,

that love will grow,

and I will always keep

a piece of this sky sewn

into the linings of a dream.

 

A piece of you stays within

the peace of me, a lilting dream

adorning a journal melody,

swept into the poetic majesty

of a fantasy-wrapped sunset soliloquy.

 

And I watch the clouds beautifully

crowd the blue feelings in my mind.

 

And I'm bounding over hillsides

to feel air beneath my feet.

For when we are pulled down,

only damp soil is there to greet,

and I don't want to dirty these

thoughts of you, or this piece

of sky that I view.

 

I rise and fall

on the waves of the air,

cascading against

invisible shorelines

of day and night.

I won't stop my flight.

The fight it took to gain my wings

took everything.

 

All I am left with is love

keeping my heart stitched within,

I feel lighter than a sunbeam.

And I will cast myself into that

piece of sky. To shine brightly on you,

so that you too can take flight.