And so the dream begins to fade,
Disappearing in daylight,
Leaving no more than an occasional whispered memory,
A shimmering chimera of indecipherable recollections.
Like delicate gossamer threads unravelling,
They dance for a moment behind sleep-encrusted eyes,
Before dissipating like smoke into ether,
Unintelligible ghosts of dreamscapes.
I think I dreamt of you last night.