Winged Dreams Poem by allan who

And there are holes in our neighbourhood
Children we were
Seeping into the underground
So I am there
So are you
Draining into the ground
And I find that
Its you and me
Sleeping into the ground
Where
The stars trail
And the sands rain
Too heavy then our spirits
For the woodlands
And crumbles we were born into
Now heave us
From the false ladders, the loosened steps and the stranded terraces of our mirages
For our winged dreams are heavy