Drops of Memory

In the glass of rain, the dream is lost,
it fades through the waves of a memory faded,
like a breath of wind that brushes past the past.
Echoes of a dream that time has carried away,
reflections of extinguished lights on dark waters,
only shadows remain, blurred and silent.
But in the trickle of a sliver of light,
that dream resurfaces, fragile, hidden,
like a smile the sky can no longer contain.