When a dream is born in you

with a sudden clamorous anguish,

when you know the dream is true

and exquisite, with no flaw or stain,

be careful, or you’ll injure

This fragile thing you cherish.

Dreams are like a mockingbird

flapping its tail feathers.

When you seize the saltbox,

they flee and sail over the hedges

Old birds aren’t trapped with salt or chaff

they giggle as they observe you from an apple tree shaft

Never chase your dreams, poet.

Turn away and laugh.

Mask your hunger;

make it appear as if it makes no difference

whether the desire comes or stays;

yet when it finally nestles in your grasp,

Close your fingers & hold them tight

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Thank you for reading my poem. Hope you liked it. I posted his originally on Medium.

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