Marshmallow Dreams

If dreams were marshmallows they would be bottled in mellowed yellows all fluff and sweet sugared treats, but dreams are but fantasies in repeat often made of steel star studded cleats, and where the journey taken fades in and out with realities forsaken the dream erodes and erases upon awakening. Five more minutes to pick it up only in vain too often the dream slips away again and time is no longer our best friend as we rise groggy and unkempt to dream a little longer to ou heart's content but alas, the sweetness has now soured welcome back, to the morning hours.