Out of Our Reach

Dreams come and go swiftly Scattering themselves into separate compartments Hiding their truths for the dreamer Deciphered by no psychologist or psychiatrist For by the time we see one, we have closed them off Camouflaged their significance, if we knew what it was Sometimes we are flying in our dreams. Out of body, our souls free, as if we are in heaven. It is when we come back to fast that we crash land. Waking with a loud gasp as our soul Hits our chest, heart pounding in fear Eyes flutter open briefly Dream laughs Reenters the cosmos Out of our reach