Paper Bag Dreamer

I lost my dream

Set it down on a park bench

In a brown paper bag

I can't remember what it looks like

Nor what it tastes like

The only thing left

Is the outline

That feeling just after you close your eyes

And the lightning bolts flash

I keep trying to reach out

To touch it

But something stops me

My body pulls me back

It has taken the shape of a scorpion

Something foul

And foreign

Yet the visage still lingers

I am still left wanting

Left smoldering

Absence sitting on my tongue

If only I could remember

The caress

And the bottom dropping out