Recollection

Tell me a story oh Weaver of dreams. Landscaper of nightmares.
architect of illusion.
bring me visions of things that are, things that could be,  and of things that never were.
Terrify me, astound me, let my jaw hang loose.
My eyes are scared to close,  for missing any moment of this would be unthinkable.
As night passes into the light of day so shall these visions. No matter the beauty, These too shall be forgotten.