a collection of dreams

sometimes a dream slips out of my grasp. hovering a moment away from my hand but i cannot move. i cannot reach out to touch it. i cannot feel it on the end of my fingertips as i see it fade.
sometimes when i move i forget to take my dreams with me. they fade before i remember what they are.
sometimes i offer a dream to a friend or a lover, i wonder what they do with my dream.
today i am starting to collect my dreams.
please accept my offering,
if you happen to chance on these pages.
if you take a dream when you leave think for a moment of me
if i am a dreamer