blurry obscurity.

The window is open
And moths are clinging to the screen
Somewhere there is sleep
There is hunger
There are lovers
And poets crying themselves to dreams.
Somewhere there are wheels
And skin
And the ability to speak.
To you
To me
Your lines are blurring
As you drift farther away
From me
God speed
Dear friend.

I run my hands around the edges
and feel
hazy
blue
mountains fading into memory

I can’t seem
To shake
This blurry vision
These blurry words
Those blurry lines
And I can’t seem
To close
These heavy eyes.