Dreams.

Why so brief?
These moments are.
Been waiting for a long time.

The yesteryears and the memories glued,
some sweet, some were crude.

Why cant these be chosen ahead of times?
Slaking all bids, quelling the shines.

Anxiety kills as the sand in the hourglass fades,
Some things still go unnoticed, untouched.

These memoirs clinched in the hearts lie low,
As an invisible has been gone with the flow.

-Sr