A Conversation of Dreams

"I wish, just once, my dreams would come true.

It only needs to be one of my dreams. Just one."

~"Which one?"~

"Ah, but dreams loose their magical-ness when spoken allowed.

Dreams belong in the cold comfort of the night; in stares out the window; on a shadowy street-scape; dwelled upon at a small cafe with a torn and trashy romance; written and hidden behind a photo frame or in a crack, or thrown into the fire.

Now is not the time to talk about my dreams. The criteria isn't right.

Now we can only sigh silently over what we could have, and share our muted wishes to have unspoken dreams come true."