These tears fall free
from the captivity of the page
drifting crystal through the sunlit room
following dreams that haunt me
with ghostly images reaching out their hand
beckoning me to come to a place
I know not of.
Unable to walk beside them
to feel their skin beneath the palm of my hand
desperation sets in
seeking an available host
to place those lost dreams on
I falter again
stumbling after their echo
gaze determined to still see their form
even as it fades into the shadows
cast by the lonely lamp hiding in the corner

© Johanna Fugitt 2017