Words aren’t enough for memories half imagined, half existing

They lay as a far away tide

As the shore curls in on itself;

A hand outstretched and then folded back

Gleaming with the rise of a clipped moon

Even what my two eyes show me

Seems to never touch them,

Shrouded in the mood and steeped,

An effervescent light flitting off the walls within the dark room

I can hear the wings themselves