I dreamed that I was flying
from a window near a river,
that a roar was in my ears -
people far below were calling
and the air was soft but littered
as I held my skirt against me.
As the wind tried to undress me,
I watched the world fall close.
I dreamed that I was laughing
as I flew down toward the pavement.
The blazing of the windows
was just background music playing
as I spread my arms to capture
any sense of reason left me
but the air was littered softly
as I watched the world fall close.
I passed a man with screaming hair –
he didn’t smile, just pointed out
that my wings were all aflame;
How could he see? His eyes were gone.
I dreamed that I would never land,
that I would soar across that river.
People weeping as I landed
and the world finally fell close.