Winding Dreams Poem by Eli Medina

Time I spent chasing those beautiful stars passing though angel's wings a little something to remind you that we're not all lost, like a mirror in the sky, searching for an answer where the question is unseen.... like all of life is just chance, and is sweetest when at a glance, unlike two strangers passing though thoughts unheard... collaborated by your word's, sealed in tight by the dark of night, now my bitter hand's cradle broken glass, I'd show you how I want to feel, but I keep slipping farther... shelf forgotten collecting ten year dust, now not everyone is who they seem... something I have to believe in, loathing for a change or do I follow this complex selfish son till I'm wrong or are dreams made winding through my head.