She has. flown

I look up at the endless sky often like a lost wanderer. For in a night or day a wingedcreature of mine has flown by the name of dream . In a city or in a country it may again perch it's weary wings. Like two lost lovers my heart shall find it no rest but in her company. Where in a night or day we embrace again , but not without the seed of bitterness sown by space and time between two long lost lovers.