draught….

"THE MOON FAR OFF
BLINKED AT ME THROUGH CLOUDS
AS DISTANT FROM ME
AS I TO THEM.
IN THE DARKNESS I GLIMPSED
THE MORNING’S HUNT OF THE NIGHT,
THAT MOMENT IN TIME
WHEN THE PAST TRIES
TO CATCH UP WITH THE FUTURE.

AND I ASK MYSELF,
DO DREAMS TRY TO REMEMBER US
THE WAY WE STRUGGLE
TO HOLD ONTO THEIR FLEETING WAYS
AS WE TREMBLE AWAKE.

AM I LIVING NOW
OR AM I REPEATING IT,
FORGETTING MYSELF EACH MORNING.
IS THIS WHAT THEY MEANT
WHEN THEY TOLD US
TO ALWAYS CHASE OUR DREAMS?

TODAY I TOOK A WALK
BENEATH A STORM OF CLOUDS
UNTIL I FOUND THE MOON
FLOATING IN FRONT OF ME.

IT HASN’T RAINED IN MONTHS
BUT SOMEHOW YOU HAD
WASHED AWAY
AND ALL I WAS LEFT WITH
WAS A PUDDLE OF WATER
AND A BLANK PAGE
STARING BACK AT ME."

~   Draught || Pavana पवन

Nancy Cunard