Dreams
indistinct
fade from my mind
like evaporating fog
upon the sunrise,
I find.
Themes, comfortingly
familiar
increasingly vague,
taking shape,
collapsing, like a
Pop-up book page.
Ascending,
to coalesce
out of the clear blue
to cloud my sky.
Morphing into shapes
distinct only
to my imagination’s eye.
Then drift on
with an effortless ease,
carried away
by the brightness
of day,
and a warm,
lazy, summer breeze.
Dreams,
Daydreams,
days of dreams,
a waste of time
and energy
they seem.
For they too
float away…
eventually,
chased by the sun.
But I will go on
dreaming
more dreams
in hopes of
realizing one.

M. Zane McClellan

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~ Thoughts from the Cloisters of my mind.

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