Just Behind The Clouds

I've met the test of porch steps
on a moonless night
when the difference between real and belief
hung with the moss
and stirred in the breeze

Was I ever more fluid
ready to take the shape
of my imagination
and be the specter
that lived within me

But always behind me an unlocked screen
a sanctuary so real as to preclude the truth
what I couldn't see didn't matter if I could run inside
what I couldn't touch wasn't really there