I Have Awoken In A Dream

I have awoken in a dream
and beheld with awe the glory there;
wrapped between the fragile night,
hidden from the dark despair.

In my dream I saw a girl
light with porcelain, curved in grace,
an angel who was not afraid
to gaze upon my mortal face.

With eyes unclouded she seemed to see
deep into my very heart;
with touch divine she took my hand
and led me to the deepest part.

As we walked my eyes moved in wander
across the grace of this angel unspoken;
with climbing sorrow I saw the pain,
her wings were badly broken.

I asked no question of where she led,
sometimes tongues are quieted by our vision.
Her display of pain was unrehearsed,
she pressed on in humble passion.

Then we arrived where she was leading,
a well in dream, made of fate and bone.
She put my hand to the chain
and left me to be alone.

Before I raised the water
I gazed into its depths,
I saw a boy lying in my bed
struggling with his breaths.

I drew the water easily
from its unknown source,
crystal rippled across its surface
with the slightest bit of force.

I realized then what waters I held,
drawn from the well sublime.
I can see the one with broken wings
returning now a second time.

Thirst gripping my soul,
i drank deep into my breast;
the waters of my dreams now gone
on angel's broken wings I rest.