Drifting

smiles etched in memories
as slumbering thoughts
untethered from depths
of sleep, floating to distant echoes

as slow fingers caressed
rails over shunned imaginings
thrown out by reasonings
sanity fought bravely to survive

there at the edge of the abyss
reaching down to what was
the echo of long ago laughter
whispered hopes spoken words

a name tasted with needy lips
dew drops falling from misty windows
Liquid prayers for a return
to what was...would never be

ascending from dark purgatorial
a pure thought wished
for drought to end at last
for hyacinth lakes to fill

again.