coalesces into vague shapes
which half glimpsed disappear
Souls of swans glide serene
while horses charge their riders screaming
lovelorn lovers stroll then sink
out of sight in the corner of memory
Wet air drools on clothes and inhaled
breathing haunted atmospheres as dreams
which break upon the shores of reason
Wraiths float above the dark mirror
not sharing their reflections or thoughts
becoming us when the life-thread breaks...