Dreams

Dreams

You
can see it

If
you close your eyes

You
can touch it

But
it has no feeling

You
can hear it

But
only alone

You
can start it

But
you cant cause it

You
can remember it

But
you can’t know it

It
is never over

It
had no beginning

It
is never exact

It
is not an image

Nor
an illusion

Where
did it go when I awoke?

Why
does it disappear from view?

Why
must I loose the thrill of it?