My dream would not
reveal itself —

It vanished with 
The dawn —

Shadows caught in
Corners of my eyes —

Reflections moving on
Smooth surfaces —

A noise only I
Could hear —

Music from a distant room —

Indistinct voices murmur 
From the back of
My mind

To catch all that mercury
In a sieve
Would be a feat —

Then I could show the
Substance, like a
Cobweb in the rain


©️April 24, 2025
Diane E. Dockum