I am in a half dream
half awake
I haven't
decided
which way
I will
fall
if at all
aware of both
dimensions
but bright
in the beauty
of my
imagination

I make angels
in the white
snow so
numb
staring
at the sky

in the stars
sound does
not exist

but in
solitude
the bed of
twisted sheets
will break
the silence

I will wake

remembering
everything
is better
from the ground
looking
up.