Ethereal thoughts haunt my restless sleep
Like a whisper on a pillow
Softly muffled by forgotten dreams, heavy
With the weight of hopes unrealized,
The yoke of reality a ballast 'round my neck, tight.
A cloud of visionary hindsight, melting
A snowflake on my tongue into
Transient murmurings silently vaporizing,
Blowing like chaff on the delicate wings of a breeze.
Elusive thoughts playing an illusory game of tag
Where no one is "it" and my mind is the mist, enshrouded
By the wisps of vapor seeking to bear its weightlessness
A spume that plays upon a ghostly paradigm
Of airy nothingness, intangible buoyancy
Which seemingly sinks and surfaces, bodiless,
Faceless, unencumbered by form, void of sensation
A breathless kiss upon my neck from an
Imaginary sibling, a singular shape once perceived
That can no longer be found within dreams, fugitive,
The fleeting remains of existence I failed to grasp
Now a fragile desire that has no name.