The Wisps of a Dream

Your presence is there, 

in the lingering air of His house

you’re in their eyes and words

the shadow you cast darts around corners

 

Reliant doves singing your praises

sent in a delicate bundle

are they silent now?

left to some dark place, unheard?

 

New stitches will sew you up

as the old ones grow loose,

as the old ones rot

as the old ones are discarded

 

The times of hat and mouse are gone

the oak trees are withered 

the glow is dying

or does it just shine for others

 

fleeting glances

and broken transmissions

you come and go

like a dying man’s breathe

 

my eyes may never see you again

the map will go unfinished

and the looming feeling will be unshakable

I was a damn fool

Author's Note

Let me know what you think, be brutal

Reviews

[turning violet]

Giving up on dreams
nice