Dreams Are This Fragile
Dreams are this fragile
insubstantial as a thought
drop the moments when those times
become like a cold reality
and those delicate dreams tear
like tissues to fall
as paper snowflakes
across a dark green carpet.
These are your dreams
something precious to hold
like a rare delicate butterfly
or some other living beating thing
with a soft tremulous heartbeat
so soft, like a thicker warm moment
pulsing under your fingertips.
Something precious that can take hold
of the insubstantial air to take wing
across these endless skies
to take your dream soaring
to some high safe mountain
Where your tumbling tears
will not wash these dreams away.
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