I am a dreamer
A hole in every other pocket
Inconspicuous within the folds
Of history embroidered in each stitch
Worn with lost indifference
The world makes no promises
Of glass slippers or magic lamps
Yet my mind holds mutiny
Above the warm white floating wool
Each breeze a different adventure
As the shapes twist and turn sublimely
No architecture, construction involved
Just me, the world, and I
Soaring above the bowels of a town
Unbeknownst of me, uncaring for us
My sealed lids now seeing not looking
My heart now feeling not touching
I land softly on the weathered pavement
Next to a girl, a boy in apparels of blue
A fresh canvas splattered cruelly with colors
Taking no shape no form no hope
We stare at each other with an old familiarity
Older than any of us were
Wordlessly, I outstretched my hand
But a soft caressing gust nudged me away
The shapes are writhing and swirling
Now I gaze at children as they are too
Their greatest foe their own gut
Their greatest fear their empty death
I'm grasping a pitiful feast
And I offer it
They grace me with beautiful joy
Searing my eyes and heart
I return their precious gift
I know it's not enough
But a breeze had already shoved me away
Wisps of opaque white dance and glide
A boy and a girl
Both in an awkward tango
Between childhood and adulthood
Both in an ending slow dance
Between the future and now
The soothing inarticulate melody
Before an impending silence
They both step away, turn away
Surrendering to the ends
Padding over, I grasp both their hands
Desperately in a vice grip
Enfolded in my heart, they still lay immobile
As the first droplet of rain from heaven fell
A forceful wind pulled me away
To a lone soul perched on the edge
Staring in awe at the inviting abyss
In slow balanced steps i approached
In fear of disrupting the equilibrium
Trembling hand in mine we stare as one
Quietly her scarred numb fingers
Intertwined with mine
Not meeting eye to eye
My grip tightens a fraction
But it's all I could give
As the furious haze began howling
The little girl and boy
Clad in shades of blue
The infinite children
Grateful for meager portions
The man and the woman
Parting from their dance
The lost kindred souls
With scars for memories
Then there's me
My eyes glazed over
As she's walking towards me
No. Not yet, please
My heart pounds in my ears
I'm not done, I want to cry
Blood raced to my head
I didn't fix them yet
Pressure builds behind my eyes
Wildly, I turn towards the figures
In rushed whispers I promised them the world
One day i'll-
She shakes my bones and I jolt
My mind roughly shoved back into my head
Instinctually my eyes gravitate
To the silent neglected window
Pitter patter against the pane
The heavens were crying.