Muse Let Me Down Again

You rattled me from dreams
at the hour I’ve reserved
for your appearance--
  (Reality is debatable at 4 am,
   so maybe you are my dream?)
Planted verse so true-to-life,
certain I’d recall upon waking
to write it all down--
  (What is it with dreams,
   the ones in which you scream?)
But of course I forgot it all.
It’s fruitless trying to hold on
to you, like an elusive lover--
  (And when it’s over, I’ll be
   unable to explain what it means.)

"Thaw" by Elizabetta Trevisan
For inspiration, Grace shared the fantastical art of Italian painter Elisabetta Trevisan in the Imaginary Garden.