The Fall
( Fall of Icarus, Saraceni Carlos) I dreamt you fell, From a great height. You tumbled and crashed. And there was nothing I could do, But watch in horror. My silent screams couldn't reach you. You lay in a pool of blood, Limp and gone, incapable Of being revived, rescued or saved. I woke up wanting to cry, Because there's nothing worse Than watching someone die Before your eyes. I dreamt you fell. Or maybe it really happened I don't know anymore, What do I believe? A dream that feels solid Or reality that seems cloud like. In any case, I prayed. Because that's all I can do these days. Apparently it helps, Even if you are a sceptic, And know very well God is too busy To pay heed to foreboding dreams. Still I prayed.