Some Nights


Nights when words aren’t enough and a melancholy wind blows in your soul,

when the taste of some forgotten fantasy lies pungent in the air, musky and sweet

when memories rise unbidden from locked chest like unruly ghosts

Nights when the walls are thin between a wish and reality and you can almost touch

when the illusive song that plays relentless can almost be seen in the corner of the eye

each sibilant syllable the fading savor of delightful mysteries and dastardly treatises

Some nights magic seems so real that it hurts with an ache deeper than existence

nights when word can no more capture it than fingers grasping at smoke