Saturday

05072011

some nights
when dreams come
i hold them down
to the ground
for fear
they will overpower me
with some memory
with some agony
happy or sad

and i tell myself
they are now
imprisoned
helpless
hopeless
chained
by my seamless hands

yet
the truth is
dreams are
fleeting
ethereal
free

and last night
my seamless hands
lost them so quickly