lost in the night
lonely thoughts drift by
ideas half-conceived
plans half-formed
words half-believed
i feel a presence,
the start of something…
but what?
a stagnant stream?
an unfinished dream?
rhythm without reason?
it feels… incomplete.
i reach for a piece
it slips through my fingers
and glides along
into the great beyond
its essence gone
before I have a chance
to remember
yet still it lingers
within the ether…
just bright enough to see
just too far to reach
Tyler DeWriter 