Dreams Untethered

Words untethered come at times
without intent or intended rhymes.

They are wisps of subconscious streams
not unlike unruly and interrupted dreams.

Naked to the world, with something to say
at four am, my mind initiates this word play.

Playing catch, I threw you the ball
the leaves underfoot spoke of fall.

It only works if you throw back to me,
for it to be something mutual we see.

Then we have this ball, and dream to share.
Or have I thrown a ball with no one there?

Like a hug it must have two sides
before delusion, of one decides,

dreams are untethered sometimes
without intent or intended rhymes.