I left without me but at arrival

I left without me but at arrival
the emptiness of my space was heavy and full of shadows.
As good a girl as I could be I cleaned the shadows off my way
and overdreamt, tired of such a trip.
My future fainting I dreamt of being reborn:

She was nobody and as such could only speak with silences.
The noise of her words finally subsided and
as good a girl as she could be she cleaned the moonlight off the stairways
and let her voice born of her wings.

So big were her words
that both me and I swiftly travelled on them.
So big were her words that
we got lost in them.
And woke up.

The dream spent the day away;
and we,
we walked on our footsteps,
and saw our shadows flew by.