nature's cruel joke

being in your eyes
like a storefront window
walking swiftly
drifting past a memory
a recognition, in the reflection
of me to you

can see we
and i stop
try to pull things together
and realign
misinterpret the signs
the whispers, the sighs
the silences that flash by

my interest wanes
how to sort a dream
image,
in the world of logic
in this reality
how are we to hold fast to them?
before fading
before wandering
through days and storms and night.