Vanishing phrases

There’s a sentence in the air
I can’t quite grasp
A phrase that would come to me
If only I had the patience,
If only I had the skill,
Or the presence of mind
To give it a home.
Somehow I can perceive
That this one sentence
Will lead to a world I’ve longed for
And only painfully glimpsed,
Like Moses yearning for the Promised Land
He’d never see.
These words are evasive,
Fleeting and mischievous,
They never stay put
When I ask them to,
Never leave an address
Or a phone number,
Just the scent of a story
And the settling dust of a moment
That has passed,
Leaving me empty handed
With a disturbing sense
That I’ve missed
Something special.

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