Un-Grasped Dreams Poem by Bryan Taplits

A recent dream that I did have
had wings and how it flew,
But now
I cannot rope nor bull-dog it -
nor lasso it to my room.
Obsequiously I plea with it
but nowhere will it lay
Though it's among my treasured memories-
I don't know just where it stays.
I view it sweet, this cherished treat,
But in the days it stays aloof,
I wish to me that I could claw
this dear recall
But…
when I get it in my sights-
it just goes 'Poof.'