Sweet Dissendium, magic and free

This is about the things I can't see
The things that I dream when I'm with thee
This is about the things that I do
That I'm only able of when I'm with you.
Ripping my heart, stepping onto my soul,
Soaring high above the ground
Nights of sweet magic, of blood and gold,
Days when it's frightening to hear a sound.
Lying here, looking at the stars
Wishing to be wherever you are;
Sick of hoping, waiting, wandering,
I find it's time to make my own wings grow.
Wishing not more than to be able to fly,
Wishing not more than to be able to flow.
Wishing that you would not be so far,
Wishing that I was just not so slow.
Scared of what life may bring to me,
Scared of the day when I'm meeting you.
So its time to look at the ground,
For those who soar also need to feed;
But while my roar sounds through the skies
I know that though I’m down here in disguise
There is still a way I can Return to me.

Dedicated to My Grandfather.
"For a well organized mind, Death is nothing but the Next Great Adventure" A. D.