Leaves In the Sky

If the floors that fall were coming If the days were limits too Would you flee or would you dance? Dreams are chances. Cells reproduce. Last night I dreamed of my late ex-flame. When I awoke Ispoke with him. I asked where he was. Spirits lead. Souls don't falter. I saw him in the grass, the leaves and the sky. You are all here, aren't you? Even those I didn't know well. Yet I've felt this all before. And I lost hope. A little faith did fizzle. You and I can take the leap. I'm scared you're afraid. If my Earth empties May I borrow some of yours?