Dreams
The pearls of our dreams strung together,
Our aspirations deep under the shells.
The threads of our dreams woven together
With the yarn of our memories.


Like a feather floating in the wind
Knowing not its way down
The dazed feelings our dreams leave us in
The maze of knowing our dreams and yet not knowing them

The soft feeling of cotton candy in the mouth
Melting to leave a sweet, sticky feeling.
Waking up to a lazy morning,
half asleep with the after-taste of a pleasant dream.