Falling Through The Sky

She chased an angel into a hole
during an afternoon of silent dreams,
paradise was filled with mazes
and detours through bushes
where tears clung to the leafs
since Spring lives forever in the mind.

Oh roses bloomed upon the weeds,
there was a garden in the moaning woods,
it was all the passage of love
into her secrets and fears
just longing for an embrace
without a knife or whip.

But the blanket of slumber
was woven in fibers
made in the clouds,
they had grown tattered
over the years,
yet she remembered their feel
when she was still a virgin
with ladders in her head
able to reach heaven.

Now she sleeps
as that small child,
a little afraid though hopeful,
because the heart still breaths
the air of fantasies
so rich and pure of promises.

Tomorrow the morning
shall dress the day
in images that glisten
though tarnished inside,
still she stroll and have visions
from her own private haven.

Wonderland lives,
for nothing can steal
your imagination.