Air Castles

O how the dreams, bounce inside, Confusions myth, denied a face. Blank hollows withering waste, They call for me at night. I hear them see them but how can this be, My shoulders don’t have the room, There so fragile and empty. Picture upon picture my secrets protrude, Yearning while learning my posture has lied, There's so many more air castles, I've left and wish to confide, There presence I can no longer deny, Perhaps its time for this "Blessing"? I don’t know but I'm really tired, Of thinking about times best friend the past, Or that, "What is", or "Never was", My God time has flew by so fast!!