The Secret of Dreams

Be careful! Don’t speak of the secret of dreams.
Its warmth can be snatched in an instant it seems,
Like our breath into mist on the cold chill of night,
Frozen dreams can’t maneuver, for their paths are too tight.
Even talons and fangs are yet fence posts and poles,
For they draw out our last breathe between gaping holes.
Longing eyes yearn, viewing the newness of knew,
But if that were to happen, my dreams would come true.