Dreams

Nestled in Sleepy patches of dream Peering through tree trunk hair Into night thoughts traveling Reaching for that dream place Eager to grasp those who are unattainable In life The lake is a mirror I wave to my reflection, then dive under Hands breach, unbroken form glides through tiny sparkling fireworks littering The expanse, shore to shore Ripples pulsing out from solid strokes lap at Boys who hang from life vests, bobbing in the wake Like buoys on the emerald sheen of water They will never see the brilliance of stars as They see them in this stretch of innocence Clutch and turn, roll into wakefulness The message fades with morning light But lingers in the recess Growing dimmer With each remembrance