Dreams

Small puffs of smoke in the air,
Floating around our heads,
Circling, circling, searching for
A place to land.
Wishes, desires, and secret obsessions,
So much revealed in a private vision.
These are dreams you have while
Still sleeping soundly.

Vivid and horrific, causing tears and pain,
Images of monsters and tragedies,
Stinging and scaring the unsuspecting,
All too real.
Fears, secret and spoken,
These dreams know no bounds,
They cry out for your terror,
And receive what they desire.

Illusions and stories of untold treasure,
Both material and abstract.
Hauntingly beautiful dreams, that wait
Just beyond our reach.
They just laugh as you cry out in anger
When they slip from your grasp.
You ought to know by now,
You can’t create what you never had.