Nameless Dream Poem by Peter Vector

Soft brown hair,
Slightly ever so curled,
On the ends and in her locks.

Honey eyes like fall setting in,
Looking down at me,
As if I was an innocent child or youth.

Oh, how I wish to one day,
Take flight with her,
Into the burning sun.
Her ruffled feathers brush the wind.
Faster, ever, faster she glides,
As if the master of the Sky.

A fierce gale,
The strongest storm.
Where is she?
Where am I?
She is gone.
I am lost.
I am awake.

What was her name?
The detail escapes me...
Dark clouds shrowd it from...

So searching still for this girl,
I feel so lost.
Without the angel or the demon one I need

I just want to have her,
To be loved by someone I trust,
But sadly when the dream ends,
And the nightmare begins,
So does real life, one of loneliness and hurt.

So let her fly across the skies,
She may find me one day,
Is she out there, searching,
For someone?
For me?

She had the most amazing wings...
Ones that could lift me above all the,
Memories and Pain...
She loved me...