Emerge from the fog.
Merge with the mist.
Appear in dream.
Disappear at dawn.
Elusive,
secretive,
unsure
if the call has been heard,
if the presence will be heeded,
if the images can be held.
Waking from the wandering of sleep,
rising from the repose of night,
aware of the new day
away drift the words
given as the lights went out.
The head goes down,
the eyelids close,
the body refuses
to respond to the
desire, need, demand
to record the words,
capture the idea,
harness the images
before they drift away
slip beyond the gate of memory,
lost to the dark
of restless sleep,
fretful waking.