Tempest

I existed
Just about.
A wisp of starving air
Almost
Not there.

Taking care,
To recede into the background.
To drown like the ebbing sun,
Into the unknown horizon.

Suddenly a hand,
Tugging at my soul.
Seeking my live breath.
Shining light.

Flame in the dark,
Distant nebulae,
Adrift wanderer,
Chase,
Chase after the falling leaf.