An elegy for you! In response to Writing 201’s Poetry Prompt: Fog.

Surrounded by a dream, vivid and alive,
Wandering disarranged hallways,
Reaching and running for elusive awards.

Touching the dream, warm cotton or flannel.
Noticing the dreamer, apart from the sleeper,
Stepping between asleep and awake.

Grasping for the dream, anticipating alarm.
Hearing the sleeper rustle, twitch and moan.
Sweet dream, Hold On.

Losing the dream, awake and aware,
Retrieving the details like seeing thru fog.
Mourning the emptiness of a dream gone.