surreal

in a dust filled sky, your faint outline on the horizon tempts me with its promise of a refuge. are you a mirage or a distance not covered?

the dust sits on my skin, i can taste it with every breath. all the words are scattered and some fall to the ground torn by thorns and worn thin and useless. there remain a couple clutched tight in my fist but i wonder which ones do i pluck for you?

i cannot see you clearly though i hear you, i know your voice but sometimes you speak in a tounge that is not yours. then you become a stranger who i have no reason to trust and yet still...

surreal to let you go. sunlight seems harsh and voices discordant, distant.
far away, over there the sun covers you in its gold. the dream finally bites the dust.

Perhaps some day this will all make sense.