Cryptic dream

A cryptic dreams display this moment now lost in memory. When we were but three feet tall morning came quicker and evening fell fast. The cold dust of snow was warmer on our skin and angels shadowed us. As we lay dreams to the side time etches with grace upon us though we have not had training in the dignity of defeat. And though days come slow and hard, life has spun laughter through paradox glazed in our eyes to hide the pain of existence. For beings whom summarize when gazed upon these lines. If not for ourselves for each other.