DAY 27: Dreams of Dew

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,