Do we remember our dreams?
Vague unwritten stories,
erased - in the blink of an eye,
hidden in the depth of the mind.
Water is clear, but light only travels so far.
Color is lost, rays are scattered, images distorted.
Fragments of infinite puzzles.
Small shattered pieces.
Swept away - rearranging again,
some are lost in ethereal darkness.
Memories, like changing currents,
encoded in electrochemical signals.
If only we could Etch them into stone.
