Finding the key

 I knew it was a dream,

I kept thinking about words I wanted to remember, to share, a story that needed to be told. As my dream faded I fought to hang on to each and every memory, I clung to words that faded one by one... nothingness, never to be revealed ..... disheveled......intensely beautiful eyes that need no color, loneliness.....one by one....meaningless words, nameless pictures, beautiful apparitions.

Locked within our dreams is a magic to behold. Tales of pain and glory; words of wisdom. The task is to find the key and never let it go.   I'm sure of this. If only we can learn to capture them...