“Oh No, Daylight”
It could have been there
between the cracks of conscious and unconscious breath.
Somewhere traded in the lips of ghosts,
I’ve traversed a bridge to link wayward spirits.
For a moment in the drama behind closed eyes,
I dress a stranger in vibrant colors
and swallow the rainbow to sustain.
It could have happened out there,
a street passing Infinitesimal to our selfish selves.
Stares only grazed skin’s surface,
the mind never truly knowing its neighbors.
Yet for seconds ephemeral in the bright of the dark,
tangled nothings shed cloth
and drink in the passion to sustain.
A question lingers unsaid
as the cracks in the blinds expose the film.
In the shine of day,
I swear I saw you there
caught walking in the halls.
A thought invades in haste
when transient is seen for what it is,
even when there’s a knock
that I swear was real.
Would you stay or would you drift?
Would you share this fountain
passed back and forth
to sustain?
It could have been there
as she exits from an ear to its opposite.
It could have been there
once the mirage bleeds into desert sands.
Understood in quiet, morning hours,
I comprehend the stranger made confidant in a fleeting touch,
gently caressing the elegance of the unfamiliar.
Is it out of my hands to pull down the allure from the unreal?
Perhaps it is best to forget the fabricated.
Wounded heads speak in screams when isolated to bed.
If only I was able to say goodbye.
~
❤ Mitch
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