I long for something;
Something just out of reach
Of my mind's eye.
What it is
Is a mystery to me.

A passing thought
Sparking a flame
That too quickly goes out.
Leaving only
Wispy tendrils-
A smoky reminder
Clouding my vision.

A sort of melancholy sadness settles,
Quieting my surroundings,
As I watch;
Searching
For a glimpse of fire.