Drift...

I drift...

in a cloud of stars
shining pearls of fire
all surrounding me
none about me
far away

I drift...

in a sea of faces
cloaked eyes of reserve
all ignoring me
leaving me be
insulated

I drift...

in a vat of thoughts
candescences of dreams
all imploring me
to make them real
here - now

I drift...

to a port of call
anchorage of sanity
all sails down
shore leave!
respite.

I stop drifting.

I look up to dusk red skies
there...there...there...
eyes closed as in slumber
arms reaching, hands grasping
things only they can see
but always
...drifting...