My Dreams

my dreams- i cannot clearly see them i miss them terribly all night. i cannot hear them whisper i cannot hear them cry, once they were source for the bright sublime now i fear soon they will disappear or die. perhaps i was too haste in letting them go, perchance they just wanted to grow. a blithe vision to hold. perhaps they felt the deluge of my pain. knowing it well i can't withstand. i was timid,i was all lost, for that an antipathy they developed for their inimical host. i feel a gloomy numbness surrounds me hazy memories of all my dreams outlying me.