Dreams Beyond Our Angel Wings Poem by gregory collins

Let me know that your touch is broken,
and teach you to repair the distance between.
Because i have stared at the sun
on the cold sound of pouring rain,
and i have loved enough that three wishes
could not hold what i choose to believe.
But it was a miracle i dreamed about you,
and there is only one prayer i remember.
It is looking into your eyes for many battles,
calling it love before it hurts like love.
Reminding your window to tell you what i have done;
when you took me to your room,
where dirty but still pretty thoughts are kept.