Grasping

Sunlit Corridors promise me warmth
Their capture of time, hides the lies
Written underneath bridges of the past
The voices chase even after all so many miles
Their unrest is as endless as me, I fear
That their poison will not neglect find
Wormholes and ample veins, waiting
For a break in the evening waves
To call their sordid songs to feast
On the unwilling, restless souls
Lying in witness of many wonders
Forgetters of their paths, save no face
Remembered in the dying of a waning fire
Memories rust when kept not sharp
The sun fades and perceptions dull
Falling to sleep, yet trying hold on
To so much as any glimpse,
Any embrace of new thoughts
That may promise to deliver glimmers
Of something yet unseen just now
In the expansive, moving horizon
Morning comes, and we forget again
Moving all over with a yearning angst
Like children do before their hour comes
To stay up past the rising of yellow moons
This familiar struggle puzzles even dreamers
And all those who will surely forget again
In that moment before they wake