Dreams

Dreams in those last moments before you wake.

As daylight creeps across a sleeping form
Dreams hurry to be seen
Before the day banishes them.
They seem real, almost tangible.
Much like the stars
So close to earth
That you swear
You could reach out and touch them
Daylight touches the eyes
And they blink open
Chasing the dreams away.
But you know
That you'll see them again
And you'll know them at once
Like a lost friend