Those who fly

Gliding on the open fields of crystal hope,
I am.
Sliding through the drops of dearest dreams,
I am.
Riding on the winds of moving light,
I am.

Falling through the velvet skies of hope,
I am.
Crawling through the clouds of dying dreams,
I am.
Stalling at the specks of moving light,
I am.

Sinking through the sea of glowing hope,
I am.
Thinking through the loved ones dreams,
I am.
Blinking as I miss the moving light,
I am.

The light escaped my eyes,
It is singing my lullaby.

And as I close my eyes,
I think of you.
And although I may be dying,
I think I may be flying too.