Chasing a dream
The wind chases a crumpled leaf
down the winding, never-ending street
While I wrestle with my truant dreams
running behind to cajole them back
The wind, only an impassive messenger
sent to test the swirling, chimerical depths.
The horrified moon watches the terraneous carnival
from the shadows of her celestial pedestal,
As the crepuscular vestiges begin pointing
towards the frightened selenic beauty,
the smiling pipe-dream fails me again
transforming swiftly into a jeering incubus…
Flailing arms fight to avoid its fuming onslaught,
The satin -kissed fabric twists under the writhing bodies
tightening into a nylon noose that slithers
onto a throbbing jugular vein.
Scorning a sleeping death ,
a desperate instinct drags me away
just as the dreamy universe sinks into a squelching quagmire…
And I run a thousand eternities
leaving behind my torn wings
Only to meet my ravished reflection
in the thawing lake of hope
wearing my broken wings
Raindrops and a salty potion shake hands in glee.
As the waves recede back into the dreamless blue
I grasp at the slipping sand between my toes….