the dream

you were sitting on the ledge of my window

and i against the wall on my wooden desk chair.

in silence we stared at one another,

and you know what i wanted.

you had promised yourself to me many times before; 

i was aiming to collect.

you had the letter in your hand, 

and in small cursive letters, my name was spelled out.

before i could stand and run to your words,

you walked right through the glass.

as you fell, in slow motion i watched

and you nearly hit the ground.

in some unexplainable way, black feathers shot from your arms

and you suddenly began to fly.

high up near the clouds that had since turned to gray

i lost sight of you against charcoal smears.

only moments had passed when you began to descend

but your wings would not resist the wind.

with rushing force, you fell from the sky 

and landed in a moss filled swamp.

to my surprise, you were not alone; 

thousands of others float lifeless near you now.

the letter you left on my window ledge

that i hoped had the answers to all i'd want, 

was nothing but blank page after page

even in dreams you hid truth from me.