How do I hold on

to a moment –

in a place –

with a person –

locked in the fading memory

of a dream?

A place I’ve never been.

A person I’ve never known.

A moment I’ve never lived.

But the echo

of the feeling

of the beauty

of the moment

is such that

life will never

be as wondrous

as that brief-dreaming-time.

Where all that ever was

will never be as beautiful

as the memory I struggle to keep

of that,

now,

almost forgotten flash,

lost!

Missed

in the midst

of the clearing mist of sleep….

Oh!

That I did ever wake!