glimpses...

of a dream

I can't remember

precious frames

forever lost

somehow mis-edited...

all that remains

is a

tangled heap

on the cutting room floor

of my mind

staring intently

into the darkness

straining...

as if

somehow...

the effort

will be rewarded

closing my eyes

I start the process

of drifting forward

hoping...

to find the doorway

to take me back

to what has passed...