Time, ever present
Fleeting ghost
Like a dream it will send you drifting
Floating like a whisper
Through a sky of echoes
Drowning like a thought
In seas of color
Adrift in sleepy detachment
Like an infant
Fixated on a clown mobile
Dangling above it's crib
Until a memory grabs you
Perhaps the smell of vanilla
Or the barely heard barking
Of a distant, restless dog
As you lay in the quiet moments before sleep
And you are back in the warmth, the comfort
The shadow
That is yours alone