Floating quietly amid the dust motes of reality they wait,
forever held in the moment they were formed,
then shattered when we woke.
Walking on clouds; running down corridors;
trying to find that which was lost, a kiss, a touch,
all swimming together now, just waiting for sleep's arrival.
Like fireflies they gather, singing sweet melodies,
yet heard only from within, fragments; slivers;
the shimmering shards of a dream.