Out Of Reach (Poetry)

I find you every night — somewhere
down those long lanes of sleep —
your shade that beckons — urges me
to follow — and I run to keep
within close distance though it seems
you’re always out of reach —
a breath that trembles then is still —
a shimmer on some beach...

It is as though you tease my mind
to think of you and feel
the spirit I once feared was lost —
the dream becomes so real
I call to you and beg you stay —
but something pulls you on...
each night the same — you fade away.

I wake to find you gone.