mist

when I said I would jump, I

     hoped

I could build my

     wings as I fell, but

I found myself

     undeserving

among the birds

     passing by;

we were all found

      out falling

though it looked

     more like flying

while I was alone

     standing there

with the trees'

green dappled leaves,

     jaded gold skies

through streaks of red -

     I wished to bleed

into the clouds

     and maybe then

I'd keep a dream

     alive.