I saw the birds flying in the V of love, I had to free myself of the baggage I carried upon my back, heavy and wet.  I traveled to the village which was called "the dreadlocks" in which I currently resided.

I found the mirror of the sky only to find I was blind; blind to the tenacity of the hills which contained the air I breathe in levels of which I felt the aura; both high and low to realize I was only human.

I saw my reflection which only occurred in this dream, the path of discovery was laid out for me yet I clouded it with smoke.  After awhile, the mirror became clear only to find myself staring at someone I once knew; this person was me.  

And all I could hear was the whistling of the wind only to be comforted by her presence, her dreadlocks.  

In order to make this right I must continue on and leave those who have helped me thus far.  The clouds left a hole in the sky only to show me the man on the moon.  I am fortunate to have my senses which I once buried, 6 feet under.

I came to the playground and got on the swing, pumping my legs and body so I could get higher.  I saw the reflections of the past and left them behind, got to the top and jumped and left the nature of our kind.