the stuff of dreams

lavender clouds

that blow away

as soooon

as i reach over to touch them.


meandering streams

that drift hastily away

the moment i start tracing their trail.


small specks of dust

in the streaming sunlight

floating just beyond grasp.


limbering up-

that innocuous shake that kills the stuff of dreams.

give me dreamy lilac clouds

and let me sleep over them.


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