Phantom Grasp

My ears had shrivelled A soothing voice I’ve only felt In dreams of mine before this yet Before the night I’ve always kept Fell upon me “Have you forgotten how we spoke before? Have you forgotten stacks of books That we don’t need not anymore?” And with it came a phantom grasp A fuzzy feeling I have stamped In every corner of my past That made me free “I wasn’t thee Before our glorious connection But could have been If not for chance of inspiration!” In the world of withered bones Arrows shot with paving stones I couldn’t help but step into the unknown… “Shall we connect for once Without the burden of the vast Worldwide broadcast Enjoyed by us That made you free?” I’ve flipped over, and witnessed those: Long ears, big jaws, and eyes of bronze.