Dreams Of Falling Poem by royness ( ' ' )

In an old cottage we never lived in
We eat brown sugar at breakfast,
Walk out
Across the ruins.

What was once a castle, now
All broken towers, patches
Of wall, climbing with ivy.

You are saying something
But I can’t make out
The words.
You point towards the tower.

I see you skipping over stones
A pony-tail bobs, playfully
Over both shoulders,
Beckoning me to follow.

Suddenly, we’re much higher than before
In a tower raised anew.
We look out across the ruins.

There is movement down below
The stones
Are rebuilding themselves!

You turn to take
Those last few steps
Alone.
Your white dress, swirls out
Behind you
In ribbons, winding mystery...


The scream –

And then I see you.
Hands clutch
at tangles of ivy, fingernails
scrape at the stone,
shreds of your torn dress,
ripple in the wind.

Your mouth is open,
Calling,
Calling out to me...

I cannot hear a word.
You clasp my arm, hard -
sure that I will save you -

Each time I hold your life in my hands
The look in your eyes (I shiver to think)
When you realise
I will let you fall -

calmly I release my hold
I feel your fingers slip
through mine –
you are screaming
and this the only sound.

You are falling...
falling...
falling...

I wake up before you hit the ground.