Perhaps you are the wind
Or something just as distant
Something in the air
I can hear, if I just listen.
...
You slip through my fingers
Like a note that fades to quiet
A river ever- flowing
It’s a risk to lie beside it.
...
When I close my eyes
You’re there in technicolor
Solid lines and solid frame
Not mistaken for another.
...
But dreams are always tricky things
And warp reality
The moments spent in dream-wake limbo
Convince me you’re a ghost.
...
Perhaps you are the wind
Or something just as fleeting
Something in the air
I’m just light years from seeing.
...
You slip through my fingers
Hourglass sand running
A river ever-flowing
Always going, never coming.
...
Like a mighty sandstorm
You’re thick in the air I breathe
Always all-encasing
But never grasped, never touched, and blinding me.