Dreamer

Softly the summer breeze tickles
her arm leaving prickles
dancing 'cross ivory skin.

Calmly, she breathes in the ocean
then hears a commotion,
and senses the catastrophe about to begin.

Black clouds bound her,
turning those glorious wing to powder.
Spontaneous flights exist no more.

Fright drowns her eyes.
Piercing screams slice the sky.
A generous heart has just been torn.

A bolt of lightning passes near,
and she can no longer hear.
Even her thought are jumble here and there.

Scrutinizing pain thrives through veins,
as pounding down comes the rain,
which leaves a streak of white down the angel's flowing, black hair.

This dreamer of dreams,
as it obviously seems,
was shown the worst of a fictional world.

If you just listen to me,
I could save you from that 'thing',
that sucked the dreams out of the poor little girl.

A streak if white runs through my hair.
It wasn't always there.
Words can't explain this oddity.

But in a nutshell,
I was angelic and well,
'till I was attacked in the clouds by reality.