wished

Amidst the recent blue sky rain, that merest shimmer, that furthest thought was lost. Silver indistinctions pasted into that scrapbook mind. Songs for shadows, songs for buried breath. The song of warm water flowing over flesh. That flavor of spring so bountiful and so longed for, at last running down the throat. Whatever grasping that my lips remembered long gone once the word is shaped. A mist that is ever hinting it wishes something else.

This is that last wakeful ache, the just lost notion as it escapes the map of the world. A pain or a promise, a wish at last found out. All sorrow just that narrow revelation, all pain the press of all we aren't. Some closed eyes, some creased photographs. That tremor behind it all that says, please once again. Wanting to linger, to learn to savor the fire after it is all cold ash. Awash in the latest intrigue of a fickle atmosphere.

I lean towards sleep, as if that were any different. This trust of mustn'ts, this integral false faith that there is any ease in dreams. The depths held back by the light of harsh awakenings, the uncertain nerve of any course correction. The dreams of you are hard to capture, words always failing the most true. You lull at the moment, and the moment is no more. The seething reach of description lost in your haunted light. That glaze of eyes opened wide in want.