the euphoria…

evaporating from me in clouds,

raining back down

to drench me again,

even as I thought I was outrunning it,

energised by the grass under my feet

and the breath giving coldness of marble walls,

their vapour mixing with mine.

 

Their incongruous corrugation

oscillating to unheard music

helping to propel me

to the memory beyond.

 

But the hands reaching out

were not.

The face appearing

was not.

 

Confused by dream mediums

I dragged in the shallows.

The wave overtaking.

The gorgon emerging.

 

Stone icicles –

entombing my vapouric bliss.

Glistening more in the unreaching…