I dreamt about flying again last night...
I had wings of an angel yet they were dark like the night sky.
I flew higher and higher, feeling the chilled air brush against my skin.
I had never felt so alive.
I mingled with the wind itself as I gained speed in this everlasting space.  
A man appeared flying next to me;
He was someone I had never seen before,
And yet I had known him my whole life.
He took my hand and instantly I was warm.
I knew everything about him and I knew he could see everything about me.
He whispered to the clouds as we passed by and they formed his words before my eyes.
Twisting and tangling the message fashioned out ever so gently,
As gentle as his words were when he first spoke them.
I love you. I need you.
Two simple words love and need,
Yet they are the hardest thing for me to give.
Saddened I looked away, but he was there.
It’s ok; he tells me, I love you anyway.
I was filled with a feeling so pure it went straight from my heart to the hands that held his.
I smiled and looked at what surrounded us.
There were birds below and stars above;
We were in between earth and heaven,
In between lust and love.
It was beautiful.
I looked back and was about to speak when I was struck,
By lightning or fire,
I’m not quite sure but it burned my hands.
I pulled away from his, quickly as if he was the source.
And regret instantly shot through me,
I tried to mend the broken touch but I was already at fault.
He had not caused the hurt,
But my body remembered faster than my brain could justify the sensation.
And so I fell recklessly,
Painfully.

When I woke I was alone,
Painfully.