broken dreams

to have been watching
the sky lights
the darknesses between
all woven together
in a comforting dream
to have the engine
of a mortal machine
fly closer, and larger
with a murky wind
whispering ideas, beliefs
fitting nicely jigsaw
with the glitter and greed
but when I look again
on the final descent
they are transformed
to shifting lights
fleeting, iridescent
with passing clouds
a handful of seashells
with mollusk intact
and a taste for angle
at the mercy of the many
wayward shapes of spaces
then just before touchdown
they come alive
in a flurry of music and pain
crumbling the puzzle
waking the dream