i dream of fawns prancing in peony fields,
like bambi in the dense aura of evergreen trees.
when the sunlight focuses on the shrubbery
on the outskirts of my favorite town,
dew evaporates and so
do my worries.
the truth of the matter is that you can.
what causes them to defer our dreams? do they die when tucked away or is it simply hibernation by way of slumber? if i were to let my reveries stay that and nothing more, i could not possibly prefer wakefulness or be in favor of the times my eyes are…