Could you be
Tell me,
Could you be a reverie
Or a haunting specter
Are you magically
Turning daydreams into being
Turning my cascade of floods
Into sweet meadows.
Pray tell me,
Do you hide between
Candle's mist
Behind God's fist
Are you innocently
Stepping on my freshly cut grass
Turning it into a graveyard
Of memories.
Howling "if", then screaming "only".
It takes me back
It sickens me and makes me nostalgic and I wish that for one second destiny dared dance closer than arms length.
Or did it come so close that I simply chose to look away?
Have I looked away again.