Wispy vapors
Chase the moon
And following them
I leave this room

The cough pushes
My chest and my breathes
To their congested limits

Fingers trace
An imaginary face
In my breath fogged
Bedroom window
White covers white
While I long to go
Where green things
Still grow
And there is no
Frost or snow

Cold sweats
And brown speckled vision
Blurs the lines
Of my weak reality

Still this body
Does not own me
Does not confine
My wandering mind

Seasons shift beautifully
Nature’s splendor
Relieves the fear in me

Someday my mind will
Not follow those
Fanciful roads
And the dreams
That whispered to me
Will cease to be
But for now I live