Dreams are vivid creatures
breathing life
to the imagination
of the dreamer
How desperately I wish
I could dwell
in the memory of them
And yet …
sustaining hope
it seems,
is a temporary offer
Dreams –
clear as they seem for a moment
fade
rapidly
curling themselves into the morning mist
which is hauntingly beautiful one moment
and a fleeting memory the next
The clearer you try to imagine them
the more evasive they become
Dreams,
by nature
are impermanent
They are not meant to last
or to linger
But hover instead
like the filaments of a dying firework –
hanging in a memory of light,
just above your mind …
just beyond your second sight …
yet close enough
to keep you reaching
all the same