Dawn dreams
Some early mornings I dream you while walking under dying stars through a deafened path of absence, your feet covered with dust and moist with dew. and you come near... so near I can see your empty half and know I belong there, and I reach to touch your heart but then I remember the echoes of the night, the echoes from the dreams that I forgot when I buried my wings so long ago to become the soil where another's dreams could grow. The murmurs of the forces of the new born light softly silence... Sign in to see full entry.