kept inside,
full of fantasy & beauty
yet deep down
know them to be perilous
wishing for things
you can never have
or might never come to pass
dangerous
because that person
you're daydreaming
about might not be
dreaming about you.

a fiery sunset in all its splendor.
red, orange, yellow, and gold.
dark silhouette of trees afar off.
unfolding and orchestrating,
each with a unique story to tell.
a golden door opens.
swirls and shoots of colour release.
crimson droplets paint the sky.
everything stops as it blooms.
ribbons and pools of light
blanket the waters.
across the golden path you walk.
into the beacon you look.
sparkles carrying you along the way.
radiant hues reach out,
touching your fingertips.
it calls an end to the day,
and the beginning of dreams.

thoughts exposed, exposed feelings.
are they one and the same?
an openness and vulnerability to those who see.
a risk in display.
a deep longing to share;
to share more than the little we show.
does this mean we should lay open all?
probably not.
but at the same time it's hard not to.
this I know.