Seeing the trees kiss the sky

Worrying whether tomorrow will come


And you walk into my dreams  A fairy tale creature made of blue feathers

Seeing light

I reach out to you

And you wander away

Not far

But without reach

Or knowing

And I wonder

If I will ever understand

The grey that surrounded our lives

I wonder

At the sounds blue birds make

And the silence of a running deer

I wonder whether the sky

Will ever touch me


You enter

Holding out your hands

Like the touch of an angel

Fleeting in the wind

I cry

At the feeling of distance

And at the sounds of tomorrow

I run

And never see the rainbows

Nestled in your arms


You reach out your hands

Holding the answer


I listen

Hearing nothing


You hold out your hands

Waiting for me to understand

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