Once, as a child I grasped a thing in dream.
It did seem
That if I held it tight
This object of delight
Could be retained beyond the night.
On awaking, I put away my dream in a drawer
And can find it no more.
Where it did go
I do not know.
Yet I think of it from time to time
And lose myself in rhyme.
K Morris - Poet 
Nice work. Thanks for sharing.
You are welcome. I’m pleased you enjoyed my poem. Kevin
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