Thoughts Upon Waking

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,

Intangible,

Unintelligible ghosts of dreamscapes.

I think I dreamt of you last night.