soar high.... at least until sunrise
The immense dreams which her mind contains remain concealed behind brown eyes. But at night, they fly. And I tell without lie, if you crouch beneath her window pane on a star-filled, airy night you will hear the window creak as the dream sneaks out. Look overhead as it soars. It breaks the crispness of the clouds and shatters the chill in the air. Watch as it circles the moon one...two...three times. Stretch your hand and lengthen your fingers until the tips skim the icy outer layer which encompasses the dream. If you get lucky enough to actually grasp the dream for just one mere second, feel the dream slice through your fingers and dart up wards once again. The dream continues it's magnificent flight hour by hour, minute by minute. Never stopping to rest, never stopping for a break. It flys until sunrise, until the light and reality chase it away.