Summary: A certain 10-year old revolutionary has a startling dream and realizes feelings kept hidden from his subconscious. So he writes about it. (I know it's been done, but I believe there is something different about this one. :)
A Dream of Mine:
I once reached out, deep into the night
A frightful hindrance graced my right
Hand,
Somewhere,
In the sand,
On land, I don't see his wings
Among the stars, I see a plethora
of things such as
The souls of my loved ones,
The shells of bullets flying from guns
The band,
In which I held my hair
With it's rose,
It's glittering rose,
It's Keep.
It's Sake.
In my hand was a piece
of sleep and tide. He, who tore from
Earth.
Who pushes oceans,
Startles the seas.
He, who finds delight in my most frightful of dreams.
His wings have not returned to me since.
When the first punch fell on his face,
I winced,
I panicked, and grabbing his hand,
We ran barefooted through the sand
As pieces of sleep and sky
Fell like shards of rain.
In plane face echoed
brown, caramel skin, but his black wings
were not to be found. Upon thousands, the ribbons
fluttered gracefully, the color of blood.
Gasping, he fell,
and the show and the tell
was not to be told
and was never pondered.
At the sound of thunder, of rain
And music,
We fall
Down
Down
Down
He and I,
Riley and I,
fall down
Together,
Forever.