Questioning A Dream As the wind rides on golden wings, flying into the light of a thousand suns. I ride the silver wings of dreams into the slicing depths of misfortune. I'm whispering all my secrets to the stars that I see through the braches above me. Clack. Clack. Clack. The sound of my boots on marble; An anomaly in this "Silent Forest." Walking through the Tunnel of Souls, a wing in this forest cathedral, I could almost swear that I see a light at the end; a light that has been a long time coming. But they say you must bear the darkness first. A golden veil falls over the autumn-touched leaves, as if trying to kiss the Earth. This is where my dark angel has taken me. My beautiful metal goddess. The tears that I shed here now in silence are in knowing that I am in the hands of God. Though I am surrounded in vibrant light, I sit in darkness. I sit protected by the velvet cloak of night. Will I always sit in darkness this way? Between the worlds of peace and malice, dancing with time? Taking of brush from the Seasons, and helping Fate weave her tapestry; Will I ever quit comforting souls who have no bodies? A blank in my mind cries tauntingly like a child. While I gyrate and spiral, I have no answers, no questions. No solutions, no troubles. Only the wind. Only the feeling as I swirl and spin, carried amongst the stars. The feeling of living a dream. That is, if I am living at all...
		This one was another one inspired by Japanese music (Orguss 2 Opening Theme, and Macoss Plus' Voices). I wrote it in '99, I think, and it was nice then, but about a year later, I re-wrote it to what it is today. Tell me what you think! Go back to the poetry page.