Dawn kisses the edge
Of my dreams;
Already they’re fading,
Lost to the day.
The sky brightens
With a scheme of small choices,
Each seemingly insignificant,
But any one could create
A surprisenew pathway.
Was there something
I should have remembered?
I chase the last molecules
Ofthe night’s revels,
But they’re wisps on the wind,
Dancing out to the stars,
Perfect gone ghosts,
Too insubstantial to matter.
I get up.
I wash my face.
I make toast.
~*~
Prompt provided from the Daily Echo
