Without, Rhyme

re-post inspired by John's contest WITHOUT RHYME Emptiness takes its leave, the symphony becomes a solo. From within a dream, euphony to carry to carry a poem beyond the norm on emotions stream. Vapours of the morning dew,short lived,held close,lasting just a moment,yet stay indelible. I turn experience page, hestitate and dream, the ephemeral conveying past times illume, and enfold me in a panorama of stillness. Fascinating impressions reassemble in my eye. What can I see? A literary treasure? A novel verse? Inspiration writ loud? Images..without rhyme.