"A Rather Fitting Eulogy, Don't You Think?

I know it’s there. Dancing at the edge of my consciousness Playing hide-n-seek with my mind’s eye Weaving through the realm of my subconscious. I know it’s there. Playing Marco-Polo with my muse. Hiding in the smoky haze of memory. Hitching a ride on a wisp of thought. Whirling by on a strain of music. Peering at me shyly from behind The knee of a feeling. Peeking from the back curtain of a moment. I know it’s there. Staring at me from the attic window of an abandoned house. All lights off. Only a silhouette. There and then not. Forgotten as abruptly as remembered.