Figments

Both shutters fall into their place,
   waves of color form from dust.
You may try for a quick escape,
   but follow it, you must.

They warm you up just slightly,
   like sitting in the sun.
If you believe, just enough,
   slowly they will come.

Crashing down upon you,
   like heat upon your face.
Carefully they carry you,
   into another space.

Where anything is possible,
   and everything is true.
And what will happen next,
   is what you will it to.

Slowly you will journey for,
   a month, a year, a day.
Until the clouds come sailing in,
  the dream cascades away.

And if you're lucky you can grasp,
   a memory or two.
Some fade away forever,
   some may come back to you.

But if you do remember one,
   just clear enough to see.
Maybe if the moment's right,
   you could share it with me.