spaces in between

walking on strange shores, between unpleasant dreams
i sense you calling -  
softly, ever so softly
what do you whisper? i cannot make it out,
you're far, so very far now, perhaps you ought to shout?
are you a spectre? did i conjure you from vague recollection
half-memories and rust?

but waking will not banish you, i've half-remembered you before
never, ever, catching up - 
i feel your spirit, nothing more
do you understand, my phantom? why we cannot touch, nor speak
even in our waking lives, i am bound and mute 
in all those spaces in between