Alone on a crested wave of earth,
face held up to the crying sky,
despair freezes the movement of my blood,
heart hollow and silent.
Memories play bright and full of lies
behind the darkness of my closed eyes.
Wishes trot their way into thought,
desperate to follow I reach out
to a spectre long gone.
Wisps of dreams thread
through my grasping fingers,
entangling them in unfulfilled self-promises.
Ripples of anticipation cold and dreading,
flow against the eddies of sky-tears.
Chase me away from this contented comfort,
pull me from this lonely disaster,
entrap this longing soul
with a veil of hazy companionship.
© Johanna Fugitt 2017