Could I say so?

This morning, under the cover of sleep
I wandered in the palace of memories...
This is a gossamer
And the tear is on it
Hardened like a drop of amber.
And the fragments of dreams of one’s early days
First wrongs, downs, chagrins.
Here is the pedestal of confessions
Covered in dust...
Tangled threads of relationship.
Look!
Yellowed leaves of words
And the necklace of delicate dreams.
And photos of friends ...