Dissolved in Morning's Light

I spoke to you last night.

It must have been a dream,

For we walked and talked by a silver stream,

And everything felt right.

But with the dawn, like rising steam,

Your words dissolved in morning’s light.

 

This short poem came to me in two pieces. The first four lines came one night while lying in bed, just before I went to sleep. The last two lines came the next day, which seems about right.