I want to be anonymous,
a silhouette against the glass,
the shadow in the hall,
warm breath on the back of your neck.
As soft as an owl feather,
and as quiet as it’s wing,
water slipping over smooth rocks,
and the creature that waits unseen.
I want to be a dream,
the kind that you can’t remember,
that leaves a taste in your mouth,
and haunts you like a whisper.
You will try to grasp me,
but like sand I will slip away,
leaving your hands colder than they were before, a feeling you’re going insane.
Just when you think the light is on,
that every shadow has been seen,
that is when you will forget me,
just like a bad dream.
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 11:28 PM UTC
I want to be anonymous,
a silhouette against the glass,
the shadow in the hall,
warm breath on the back of your neck.
As soft as an owl feather,
and as quiet as it’s wing,
water slipping over smooth rocks,
and the creature that waits unseen.
I want to be a dream,
the kind that you can’t remember,
that leaves a taste in your mouth,
and haunts you like a whisper.
You will try to grasp me,
but like sand I will slip away,
leaving your hands colder than they were before, a feeling you’re going insane.
Just when you think the light is on,
that every shadow has been seen,
that is when you will forget me,
just like a bad dream.
