Daydreams (the winds have changed)

She stared into the distance
  beyond my beating heart;  
     invisible in the forefront of her dreams  
   
we are lost in the moments left behind  
   as sands of time turn ashes into dust  
       stripping dusty details from the surfaces  
   
   
   past peels the paint from the playhouse walls    
  without the slightest effort at all  
   
 whether the weather weathers them more  
         or the weight of the world pulls the walls to the floor  
   
                 time tells the tale that we can't tell ourselves  
                       as we gaze through the shade of the worlds on our shelves  
   
               that we create and destroy behind half-closed eyes  
   
                                                                  as nostalgia steals the time from our unlived lives.  
   
   
                                                lazily     lying    our     lives   away   under   our  own   breath  
   
                                                               as   we    dazily   daydream   our    days   away    to     death