syrupy dreams

   the consistency

of my dreams

   has changed

       recently

   they're heavy

in a way

that leaves me

    wanting

       more

syrupy

in a way

that melts

around

       my tongue

I long for

the cool waters of certainty

  that come

      with deep

       knowing

but instead of a clear pool

the images vanish

on smoky wisps

       of memory

leaving me

wanting

   to dive back in

    to swim in serenity

     to allow the thick, slow molasses to pull me under

      to taste freedom

just for a glimpse

a connection

a tether

to another world

    that makes me feel

       whole

"syrupy dreams" is a poem by Amber Byers, 2025