Dreamy Poem by Barry Van Allen

Dreams run straight away,
and I keep chasing them,
I have only caught a few,
but, they were good ones.

Dreams make up my consciousness,
in many, many ways,
I mostly have them when I'm sleeping,
but, now and then, when I'm awake.

Dreams flow slowly past my best intentions,
in directions that I often don't consider,
some images pass fast in slumber,
others slower, and in color,
but, it's possible...
that that was just a dream, I guess!

Then again, when I'm awake,
I can't remember what just happened,
... and it was right there at my fingertips,
I only wish you could have seen it.