Visionary Silhouttes

It always began at an 'ago',
A time meant to have been
Erased.
Yet,
Aloud it slept,
Bright at night,
That dream.

Palpable like the rain,
Till the day broke,
Between us.

The silhouette is drenched,
In smoke,
And stain.
Laughs back at me,
As if my shadow.
I forget,
It is only a dream.

The roads dance ahead in chorus,
Wearing wet lights,
Brushstrokes as were.

Shifting shapes,
Shatter silhouettes.

Into unread rhymes,
And unwritten essays.