July 7, 2011

  • Dreams

    Dreams
     
    We hold them tight, as if they might alight
    Upon another moonbeam
     
    Fleeing like wisps of vapour
    Evanascent, shimmering fancies
     
    We should take care not to embrace to tightly,
    For we could smother them all unaware
     
    That dreams grow best in sunlight,
    With space to spread and flourish...
     
    07.07.2011