Hold on to what makes your dreams

your dreams

indeed even as the fatigued sun is laid to rest

his grasping fingers slowly slipping past the pages of your now electrically lit homework

Hold onto your dreams

as close as you can

even as your hidden passions and secret fantasies are whispered

your soft, silent breath sailing your hopes to someone else’s heart

Hold onto your dreams

as tight as you can

bear not the scalpel of analysis against your struggling self

Criticize an author’s decisions but not the meaning of your own marks

Hold onto your dreams

as long as you can

against the surgery you commit every day in fluorescent halls

prying the rib bones of literature apart to obtain its heart

Hold onto your dreams

as tight as you can

even as the heart beats against your white hand

ripe with sacred meaning and dripping with bloodied words

Hold onto your dreams

as close as you can

through these fleeting moments of gruesome torture

the daily shredding, grinding, pulverizing of delicate meaning

Hold on to what makes your dreams

your dreams