Glimpses

We follow the trail of the wild dogs
sniffing out alternate dimensions
Like a pack of lost children
entering a forbidden forest

The ground is crisp and cool
the air alive with faint traces of salvation
Soft summer wilderness
drips from the haunted trees

Everything is broken
fragmented
It swirls and dances with
the slaughtered breeze

Taunting us

Then suddenly it changes
becomes connected
Into a whole
The mystery unfolds

Can you see it?
Do you understand?

We catch a glimpse
then it is gone again
I hope you found a way
to capture the moment

Before it all
just dissappeared