clouded mirror

 
  

   
you  live in nightmares    
in golden strokes    
of hair that tangles    
the feathery webs of the woke    
inside clouds of the cigarette smoke    
   
 tried to find a place to write    
in the foggy mirrors of my mind    
as each note, every word came forward    
in the blink of an eye    
my pen dove inside    
   
through the hollows of thought    
each stanza    
took a lot    
out of me, out of a dream  
   
uncanny to find  
myself    
again  
in the mirrors of me  
i saw    
who was no longer there    
a lost shadow reflecting    
   
every cloud
in
sight