To those who wait; Dreams may come

Sitting on the ledge
Anticipating the fall of the
Vicious winds of reality.
Staring below capturing
The souls of promised capabilities
capturing the essence in our eyelids.
For only a memory.

Onyx skies cover the city,
Warming the mysteries, only stars
Allow us to see.
Always a question to be answered,
With the unanswered a constant worry
An open mind is forever hungry
Hunting for the best.

Street lights save every corner,
From dark suicide.
Listening to evry virbration carried
By the wind.
The drums of our ears
Beating hard with the rhythm
of the heart.

Recreation of immoral misjudgement
is born unto the dreamer
Unsatisfied with what was lusted
A breathless diligent future
Lies behind the unopened doors
closing the window of falling
Anticipation preventing from becoming a memory
To live a DREAM