The Daydream

wrapped up in a daydream,

in the wonder of it,

like the first falling flakes

of snow,

or the feel of the ocean

wave foam,

reaching the shore,

barely touching my toes.

There's a warmth there

that freezes time

in an amber glow

then it's gone,

like a leaf in the sky

when the wind blows

it floats right past my window,

and I'm left here

trying to stitch up

the seams

of the fabric

of my heart

piece by piece,

cause it came apart

when I forgot

to follow

my daydreams