I hardly remember my dreams anymore,
but what I recall is
you.

The turn of a phrase,
The wellspring of a laugh,
The serenade of a shared tune.

He has orchestrated a
beautifully spun double-whorl
only just beginning its incline around the first
bend.

I hardly remember my dreams
and yet, I find myself eyes wide open
in the midst of one.

And I hope and pray that I stay dreaming,
lest these new found recollections of you
fade
forever.