Ideas sometimes weigh too heavily,
and drop through the floor of our minds;
or they drift too lightly, and flutter off.
They must be at eye level, equals to us,
for those greater or less, we will wonder why,
once dreamed, our hearts lost sight of them.
I think they must hover just above the ground
of our imagination, so they may take root
and carry us aloft if they should ever take flight.
