Dreams of Dreamers
Dreams are running through my fingers
Fearing capture, being spun into actuality
Being changed into the real
Changed into the comprehension of fools
Into something they cannot escape
A form they inhabit
Something they are
A thing that encapsulates
Impressions of inspiration
They dart away
In a colour blur of taste
A vibration of faint echo
These images are hollow
Intricascies shared with the world
This one written
That one drawn
Those ones made
All creations are such
And so is the theory that drives
Investigation
Ideas, dreams, inspiration
They are running through my fingers
I catch them
I let them go
I loose them
But they come back
A brighter shade than before
More substantial
An imprint of potential
Dreams of dreamers brim over
I shall dream some more
Posted: Thursday, August 28th, 2014 @ 6:27 pm
Categories: Poems.
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