Incubated Dreams

Heaven's hatched in pillow wave,
docks of desire crafted
for vessels sailing invention's seas.

Creating sailors from the mind
for vicarious passages unto isles
where courage is a fruit one hungers to taste.

Fear's pirates felt on the horizon
seen in nightmare visions of anxiety's armada
riding the tides of longing,

Sitting alone in the cold, stormy
harbor of inhibitions
shaped as one's living room,

Ever hoping a single ship
sent by ambition's launching
will return with its cargo.

Holding onto the cracked eggs
possessing creativity's embryos
one yearns to turn into tomorrow's omelet of success,
dreading they will suffer Humpty Dumpty's fate.