Uncertain steps across lost moments,
The drifting mind, haziness in his thoughts.
The leaves dance in the wind,
Scattering the memories even further.
Ambiguous shapes mould his thoughts.
Whispering birds circle above,
Stiletto heels strike the cobbles.
A naked form looms in the fog, shapeless,
With an unsettling presence.
In his confusion he reaches out.
Shimmering forms line the road,
Beckoning him forward.
The sound of a radio, a distant song,
A tune in his mind,
Yellow and blue, green.
A constant buzzing he strains to hear.
Fluid, everything is fluid,
Smoke drifts around, smothering.
A softness touches his hand,
Glimpses of the past, elusive.
The difficult act of breathing.
He holds on, the wind confuses his thoughts,
His concentration wanders.
The fleetingness of the moment,
This strange act of being.