27/4/2018
Sometimes
My dreams feel like dew,
Abundant at dawn,
but only for so long,
I close my eyes and
they come to life,
Dancing wildly through
the rooms in my mind,
But as soon as the
sun begins to rise ,
They slowly evanesce
before my eyes,
If only they’d stay longer,
If only they’d stop opening
the door to doubt and
her cousin fear,
I wonder if God is
sitting somewhere,
catching these dreams as
they vaporize before my eyes,
Tucking them inside
the pockets of his heart,
I wonder if one day
I’ll open my eyes and find them
standing in front of me,
Fulfilled,
No longer running
from my grip,
What do you think?