in my dreams i can fly

you are watching me
eyes cautious
lest i should tumble
from the sky

and although you mean well
i know you do not wish
for me to see harm
i will still soar

it is better for me to love
and feel the
heart
wrenching
pain

than not to love at all

so, dearest, do not worry for me
do not weep for your trangressions
against this heart
it has been tempered by the winds
like the willow
and will not break as you crash your
words against it...

only bend

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Glacian, in the year 298 AF.