Dreamspace

Whose angel wings belong this feathered flight? So delicate a foot, no shoe will find. Moving so smoothly on the summers night, graceful motions lift her upon the wind, adrift, to light, a brief caress the ground. Why does this gentle spirit share my space? Illuminated memories abound, tempering every dream that I embrace. Would I this mortal doting specter trade, for thoughtless nights in quiet peaceful sleep? I would request her vision never fade, allow my mind some sanity to keep; if I must live until my final fate, then, leave me this, with thoughts of her innate.