dreams
By safe_passage •
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