Tomorrow just a mirage

When I’m past the horizon
When no scent of me is in the air
When all my trails
Swept by air currents

Would you remember to remember
All the moonwalks we’ve had
All the orisons we’ve made
All the Word feasts we’ve had

Would remorse engulf your face
Would your countenance turn pale
Would you saturate the quayside with candlelight
Would you utter breeze utterances
In hope you had my ear

Would gist be found in all our confabulations
Would you yearn for more
Would your cistern have remains
Of unuttered phrases

A vapor
A miasma
A passing cloud
Is the cosmos existence
Tomorrow just a mirage