If you hold a dream.
Just there.
Out of reach.
And you stroke your fingers
Tantalisingly
Without reaching it
It’s a wisp.
A cloud
A vapour
That’s always.
Just there.
Out of reach.
If you have a dream.
And it fades
Like the moon
In the morning.
You reach and
Hold nothing.
If you have a dream.
Inside your mind
It is nothing
Just a thought
A feeling
In a cloud
Just there
Out of reach.
To give you a hope
A desire
A guide
A possibility
Or maybe just a
Flicker
Of what could have been.
What isn’t now.
Can never be.
An unrealistic fantasy
It teases your mind
And entraps you
Enslaves you.
Disappoints and
Accuses you.
A gentle
Delightful
Dream
That’s always
Just there
Out of reach.
Fliss - one of a kind 