Has fantasy become reality for you?
Have you been the kind to
succumb to the
sure hands of the night?:
When your senses
deceive you,
trick you into falling in and out
of sleep, of the quick and the
living,
everything seems just out of place,
almost out of reach.
I cannot see you.
I cannot feel you,
but my hand is on yours and I know
somewhere
something lingers between the air
between us,
and you throw me a disproving smile
and I laugh all the same.
I weave in and out
and there and back again.
What has become of me?
I do not know
I cannot know.
Goodbye
Farewell
Good luck.