Her Poetry: Dreams

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Dreams

Extracting someone’s dreams
Is a very tricky art;
The smallest hint of contact
And those dreams will fall apart.

The fabric of your thoughts
Can be sensitive to touch;
When it combines with flesh and air
The abstract turns to dust.

Trickling through your fingers
Dreams will form a thick cement,
To penetrate their meaning
You must hold them at arm’s length.

To understand a dream
Is to catch a falling cloud;
You grasp it in the moment
Soon to realise you’re without.

 

 

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