dreams lie

dreams lie
within the folds of grey
because they rarely
can be lived in black and white
dreams lie
asleep within lost irises
forgotten by waking eyes
betwixt and between banality

if only dreams could be sieved
from greed
that masquerades in shades
that stalk the limelight
if only dreams could be left alone
they would wake.
possibly
in penury
but what a puritan world it would be