last night's dreams still quiver on my brow
like a kite wavering in tangled branches
dying to creep back into sleepy eyes
leaving no taste behind
forgotten, they pass
stealing secrets kept in the caverns of my mind
extracting memories from hidden hollows
only leaving a glimpse of the real story
misperceiving the actual plotline
photos, they stick
tell me, dreamweaver, what do you want of me?
should i follow these trails you've paved so clearly?
how do you connect the points that i dwell on daily?
please, dreamweaver, explain your mystery.
i'm too impatient to wait for destiny.