Drifting away in Dreams

In some Dreams

I’m moon-walking

In heavy boots

Held down

By magnets  

To stop me falling

Unable to run

Floating, tethered

Still attached by

The umbilical cord

Connecting, soundlessly

Drifting away

Without fear

Yet fearful

Stepping on clouds

On silver trails


Yet heavy

Air streaming past

Syrupy and thick

In slow motion

Not waiting


Yet attached

Confused, yet clear

Urgently whispering

Yet when I wake

I cannot recall

Although there is

an urgency

A matter unresolved

Needing my attention

In the back of my mind

Lurking, it waits. 

What are you looking for?