AMNESIA OF MORNING DREAMS

Those lost morning dreams          
as fog burns away in the light          
and day stands again          
at customary height          
you try to piece one together  
its vague film of familiarity          
of uncertain places and figures          
teeming with recognizable faces          
that yet resist an explainable trace          
despite their easily remembered ways          
slightly sinister,now shadowed by memory's haze          
as you re-wind each eluding scene into replay...
yes, how you struggle to recall          
but the pieces don't fall          
while the raiment of another day          
puts you into its strictures          
and all that's left is a shattered picture.