In The Distance of Daydreams

When at night I walk 

Deep in the mind of ebbing thoughts 

Flow too, the rivers of restlessness 

Speechless in the echoes of common sense. 

Pondering are its wondering ghosts

As the day goes on, our faults: Mementos. 

Erasing tiny pieces of yesterday. 

Losing chemicals of what made flames. 

Leering eyes on the wall,

Seeking its shadows, waiting for more. 

Calling to death, to shine with a beacon 

Tides of emotion – washed up on the beachhead. 

What do dreamers dream while standing, 

When going down with their ships capsized in the wreckage? 

Is it a thought most sunken drowned in rum, 

On a pulse that has ceased for dreams yet to come? 

Free-flowing its form in the turning of pages, 

The gold and the green, and the distance of daydreams. 

Lost in the day, losing our night sleep 

Picking mementos, still worth keeping.