id e a s

ideas sometimes weigh too heavily
and drop through the floor of my mind
or they drift too lightly and flutter off.
sometimes they float right there, at eye level.
sometimes i catch a glimpse of some that
have fallen to the side or flown away
and i wonder why, once dreamed,
my heart lost sight of them.
sometimes they hover just above
the ground of my imagination
so they might take root and
carry me away if they should
ever take flight.

ghost