it trickles

in drips

of drops

of dribble

whilst always

just missing

the tip of the tongue.





it speaks

with no language

blank pages

when written

where once

there was music

old songs are unsung.





but sometimes

in places

in daylight

awakened

yes briefly

a twinkle

a glimmer of inkle.





yet never

specifics

lest

what it all means

i'm trying

to remember

last night's dream

...