Fragile

I sometimes exist in a dream-time -

Withdrawing.

I’ll reach out with a piece of dream,

Held tenderly,

Offering to those who would see it’s worth -

To be returned shattered,

It’s value lost in the taking.

I stand exposed - a fool bearing fools gold.

But I still dream,

And if just one accepts

and offers their dream in return,

We can be fools together, with our gold!