The Moments Collected In Memory

Writing this in hopes that I might fashion a connection A connection with my dreams And through my dreams, a recollection Of the beauty of specific moments That have become part of my DNA yet Are as far removed as Saturn drifting below the horizon I stare at my digits in order to count Similar to the days when fine motor skills and mathematics were new The visage of now and then flows with precision The power of the elements singes the edges of neurons Mitosis makes us older Only with the acceptance of such an occurrence Will there be peace However difficult Whilst melding a crash course concerning the intention of time Into a singularity of moments of life Which thereby splinters into multiple Units of singularly significant events Without reason or sequential order The mind reels in attempt to filter Continuously, indefinitely This dilemma This beautiful life I prefer to return to the dream state Where To me, Is the spot where the ephemeral membrane lining Creates thought and life Regardless I have to awaken To this world that I know exists And find not only the treasures waiting in subterfuge But the ones already found If only in memory