The dream is fading.
Sunlight burns it away
and the memories
are evaporating into the day.

As much as I try to hold onto
what I so recently imagined
I can’t.
It’s going.
It’s gone.

Clutching
reaching
grabbing desperately
does no good.
Thoughts of the hill
and the flowers and toys
and everything that happened…

What?
What happened?
The dream is lost
and I may never
dig it out.