rushing wind
blowing in my hair
sweeping past 
fleeing into the space i left

i run after it
seeking
there is nothing there,
only my own dreams

why do you slip away 
when i am not looking?
how can i keep 
these dreams
in my own space?

the winds call, 
teasing me, 
"Come follow us..."
"we will lead you into 
all you dream of..."

they lie and seek their own
sweeping in from the dark
cool and soft
while i sleep

daydreams tease while i wake