Fade

Are your eyes still following lines that draw out the patterns behind my eyes? Do moments treasure futures that have yet to unfold? Will questions linger, or soon fade? The sun appears and eventually sets after a long and weary day, sinking behind the sea as if to drown itself for fear of night. Tomorrow traces the unthinkable, untraceable. Imagination speaks. Why am I still speaking? Controlling, moving, feeling hopeful. My will is strong, but sound asleep. Drifting into dreams that seem so far away, but so incredibly close. Wake up! This dream is no dream at all. The night has yet to come! Oh how that sun screams with blissful rays, daring me to take but one more step. My feet are frozen, beginning to thaw. Soon enough, this frozen summer will fade.