the unlikeliness of it all (ii)

dreams

are like the seeds

of something wished

perhaps already done

and forgotten

or overlooked

or perhaps still waiting to become

sometimes

they stop

and gather

together

to become better acquainted

with their surroundings

like angels

looking

for the place in which

their purpose can be realized

to greatest effect

we see them hovering

seemingly caught

ensnared

just waiting

for the windsong

of a soul

to blow them to ground