dream 2

i am late afternoon sunshine interlaced through and about the heavy magenta-flowered tendrils of bougainvillea, rocked in the cot of evening breeze. i am skipping down a sidewalk, scattered and broken like light. i turn to say something to you, to wind a flower into your hair, to spin a sweet line out of delicious nothings, but you have vanished, may never have been at all. it is a dream, a castle in the air, whose corridors echo (echo echo) with longing and stolen kisses. summer is fading bittersweetly with the day, slowly evaporating, a mist of crackling solitude. I teeter on the cusp.