Grasp a\'hold the waters of a dream and patiently,
Fail each effort to contain it; Surrender to sea.
No synonym available, metaphor so strong,
No geometric place-holder, no valance electron.
No saintly moral high to reach, no chasm of defeat,
No dancing in the darkness, no confidant discrete.
No way at all to capture it, no lips or tongue command.
No path forward without it, what home without dreamland?
No person without a namesake, despite it\'s treachery.
No one unburned by conjured flame required to see.
Building an illusion ever dissolving as I go,
Blinded by the smoke of burning narrative below;
Choking on the feathers of a flight I could attain,
Chasing a word or shape perhaps that might this love sustain.
Oh explosion of realities, when do I get to sleep?
Would a little kindness here have consequence to reap?
In time I will praise this speed, so often worth the trade,
Just need the words to come to me; Tragedy unmade.