Dreams and Vapours

Dreams and vapours never call.

They appear as gorillas

In the mist.

Focus sharpens

To bring them in,

In the midst of

Their busy days.

See them do

What they do best—

Defy all logic,

Paradoxic feats,

On never-ending display.

But dreams and vapours never call.

They vanish before the waking eye,

Vague memory of something

Still in the midst of living—

Somewhere.

Or, is this thing I vaguely see,

Staring back and haunting me,

The visage of life’s illusion?

Pieces of torn reality,

Fragmented and scattered

Eternally,

Trying forever and desperately

To call me?

-jenn long