Waking
My mind is filled with dreams
Action packed
Adventures
Hum Drum melodramas
Hopes and often fears
I want to
Remember them
Savour them
All that happened
In my sleeping hours
As I wake
The memories flee my mind
Swirling in this darkened room
Melting back into the ether
An ephemeral cloud
Like the jet stream
Racing round the northern skies
Chasing down the dawn
A spectral cauldron
Filled with dreams
And random thoughts
Of weary waking sleepers
Struggling
To remember
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Poetry 365 – Day 346 (Waking)
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