Moments spent nestled,
comforted by thoughts of you,
drift away as beautiful dreams,
only to mold real ones that
disappear even faster.
Choking, breathless dreams,
Clenched tight, gasping for
an open window
In response to prompt ‘window’
They sneak into our minds… like canny thieves-
who break into a house when everyone sleeps.
They skilfully manoeuvre our minds-
all blissfully unaware and rested,
Unlocking doors of creativity…
we didn’t even know existed!