Daydreams turn to dust

And float away

From the arms of a recluse

Sleeping, through the ire of his brother’s storm

~

He lunges for the ether

From the ledge of his mind

Pursuing past wonders

As the waterline rises

~

To a soft glow he soars

For irretrievable ghosts

As war rages outside of him,

With the fading cries of his time