Her wings kiss the air,
like the angel she is,
She interpertes your dreams,
like the crafter she thinks,
With a whisp from her lungs,
your dreams will be big
Crushing reality,
like a small twig
She hides in the creavise,
inside of your room
You may not know shes there,
You may not see her searching eyes
Shes waiting for the day,
to become bigger than big
Shes waiting for the day to steal the things that matter most to us
Shes (its)waiting for the day to be more than a fragment of your imagination,
waiting for the day to more than a dream......
~audrey |
Submission Name: Fragment of Your Imagination
