the fog is rising in my mind
as I reach for the girl of clouds
galvanized by the nausea of the elliptical swerve
toward sanity and away again

teasing fate as I danced between the worlds
of the living and the dead;
climbing the steps to the Heavens
to feel a celestial glow so honey
I could almost taste it

I held on to the clouds,
triumphant with the whole world in my hands
but she slipped through my fingers

leaving me with only wisps of regret
and wonder: if I should have left the promises unbroken;
if I could love the girl who was never meant to stay
if I could live the life I tried to throw away