Dragonwings

I once knew of a land where the wings of dragons eclipsed the sun.
Like a dream unfolding in my head,
The great forests stretched away to the mountains;
The villages dotted the countryside;
The cities lived in peace;
The castle spires speared high for the clouds.
I ran the wilds as a sister to the wolf, owl, and deer.
The blood of the Fey was that of myself;
My kin.
But dreams become nightmare, or end with the dawn.
I am trapped in a shell of mortality, far from home;
Far from the forests;
Far from the villages;
Far from the cities;
Far from the castles.
I visit my kin through my sleeping at night,
Only to wake the next morning not knowing I did.
I have forgotten myself, who I am, what I am.
I am alone, but never lonely.
Each day that passes is a race for me:
One step closer to death;
One step nearer to remembrance.
Which shall come first? I wonder and worry.
I long for the release that death would bring;
The knowing that my fight is done and I may rest.
But the return to my home beckons as a lantern,
And I am but a moth to the glass over the fire.
Like a dream, I wrestle both options
Hoping to choose the right one.
One day I will die,
Or one day I will remember.
One day my soul will sleep eternally,
Or one day my soul will again soar on the wings of dragons.