Clouded

Clouded

Such a tiny piece of dream –

like a torn-off scrap of fabric

caught on barbed wire – 

but enough

to know you visited briefly,

cheerful and kind

as it was in the old days.

Now I wonder

was it my wish

taking shape as illusion,

or did your soul

wander my way?

And if you truly came,

was it in your own sleep,

or in deliberate daydream? Or

are you air now, or ether? 

Linked to Weekend Challenge: A Little Night Music at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.