The Worst Dreams

The Worst Dreams to wake from
Are the ones that hang-on in the back of
My mind, Just beyond Memory's reach.
A smile in the moonlight on a coast
At midnight...
Or was it on a hillside, glistening
Under the Sun's might?
A flash and a blur,
And again its rushed by.
These dreams and I are like strangers
Who've carelessly brushed past eachother,
Wordlessly continuing along,
Going our seperate ways.
Yet they remain-
In the Static charged by the shy Kiss exchanged
Deep within The Fabric of Life's Impermanence;
Friction's call Echoing Forever,
Just beyond Memory's reach!