Off course,

Consumed by a strange frame of mind

Night rushes through the window

With a swarm of unrealized desires

~

These reveries are crushed to a glittering pulp

Made shapeless

And molded

Again and again

~

Off course in the dark

Dreams born in the moon’s cool rays

Have turned to ash by the glare of first light

~

Bound to sail away

With a million stray embers

Clearing space

For a new swarm of fragile hopes