My Draw of Dreams

Atop a ridge on, High up in wooded mountain canyons

In an abandoned cabin abound with thicket

Behind it only door , Is a room, and in that room

There is a chest, and in that chest

There is a Draw- my draw of Dreams.

 

In my draw of Dreams, is a box with no lid

hidden, unknown, unheard, unseen

Stitched tightly at the seams

wrapped in thorns and shaded from all light

Rooted to the ground

Resistant to latent flight

My dreams cannot grow

it's where I have placed them 

it's my fault its so.

 

....But one day I hope they might

For while I have a dream - I hope

And in the hope is amber dormant glow

And sprung from the roots it's edges catch alight, 

take off, slowly spread their wings, and then take flight!

If only i just open - my draw of dreams

If it were not stitched so tightly at its seams

If they weren't folded, hidden, unknown, unseen.