Dream of Angels of Feathers on the Wind.

Silver sparkles, fall as she goes; a shimmer that dances, to where no one can know.



Gold pieces, the fragments I can collect: soft, so warm, float down all around me; this a sight I'll never forget.



Always told, I was a "fool" calling out to a "dream", chasing moonlit nights and fire-flies so they said it seems.



A chaser, was it  true? Hoping for happiness and light, and both I saw when next to you?



Man lives and dies upon his foolish, fantastic thoughts; but then if he didn't, how is it we ourselves, took to the skies to find naught but empty dark rocks?



I, too have a chased a dream; but it wasn't just mine, it is the dream of many; that has lived in us all, but so crushed the world has become..too crushed, we have even begun to lose sight of that which gave us hope:



"In Darkness and Despair," we'd always be taught "Angels are there, voices in the Sun, glitters in the sky."



I have always believed, and now I have seen:

Dreams can come true, ALL dreams if you can chase them;



Even the dreams of Angels, of her Feathers, on the wind.