Elusive Dreams

Outside my window, the leaves are in a frenzy~ twirling, shaking and flying about the wind just sending them off in a scattered dance... so similar to the thoughts chaotic in my mind Sleep comes around, but the dreams do not. Or do they? And I've forgotten them yet again. They are but fleeting wisps for me... iridescent ribbons of subconsciousness winding through me, teasing, then eluding me When I try to touch them, my fingers ripple through a smoky haze So real to me, yet intangible Sometimes I wonder whether I could pour something over these dreams, Splash! And they crackle, crystallizing them, finally captured Smooth, sharp, tangible and then I change my mind, since it doesn't feel right... Like caging something to admire its beauty Somehow, even the word dream seems so ethereal to me, they are but soft whispers weaving through my slumbering self My dreams, they have a voice so melodic, yet incomparable so beautiful, yet unrecoverable My dreams, they come in color so alive, yet muted so alive, yet unreal My head touches the pillow, and I sink into slumber, a myriad of thoughts finally settling down, as undulating curls of dreams rise up around me Come to think of it, this creates for me such a fascinating image... Myself enveloped in darkness, with wispy colorful ribbons floating by all around me as I dream on... a quick reprieve from reality 08272011306p408