Dream

I'm building something.  And everyday it seems to get less and less easier to touch.  Though I've longed to just run my fingers along it, hold it in my arms... It seems the best things in life are dreams.  Just dreams.  Who can say they haven't wanted them to be more?

I think there are many who will ask you to come down, see life for what it really is, but I cannot neglect the infinite air, and I ask you as well to not deny yourself the dream. The space of fiction that slips into our reality that is lofty, untouchable and mysterious.  Your heart dreams for a world of hope, of love.  Have you forgotten how you've danced?  Like a faded memory buried over with so called knowledge that says "I know who I am and I am not a dancer."

Weren't you ever?  Weren't you a dancer and didn't you fall, fall out of the sky? And didn't you fall hard?

That is why I am building a tower, to reach the heavens, but untouchable.

A tower of hopes and dreams.

Or maybe just resting my wings in a tree that grows.