Elusive Dream
Dwindling sands of the hourglass
it's neither dusk or dawn.
As time quickly passes
and then the dreaming's gone.
Remnants of the dream
drift mistily in and out of mind.
Elusive it would seem
in the farthest corners where it hides.
Teasing me with fragments
a sense of déjà vu.
Morning came and morning went
and still I have no clue.
Night time is coming
not a moment too soon.
Slipping silently into dreaming
under the rising moon.
ALesiach © 3/31/2017
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