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.