Reminiscent Foresight

Distant, Yet Distinct Crowding My Dreams So Hard To Concentrate When This Light Gleams Shimmering In My Eyes Breaking Thru The Passer By Content For A Moment Within This Memory I Lie Running To The Door My Foresight Needs Shade This Dwindling Reception Drifting As We Fade Into Another Night's Dream Into A Brand New Image Just Wait One Moment While We Assess The Damage One Day Later And No New Light Just The Faint Essence From An Endless Night Smoke Filters The Sky In A Failing Aspiration Is This My Worst Dream Or An Awful Premonition?