Again nightmares come
Dream on knowing it won’t end
When I am awake
I dreamed of you again, yet this time it was not you.
I walked through the ground floor of Queen Margaret’s hospital, a place I havent been for years, talking on the phone.
The line went dead.
Frustrating though it was, it was not a conversation I was engaged with.
I looked out of the ground floor window at the grass.
Why I was there I do not know.
My phone rings
I look down
Is that you
Yes its me
(I get her name wrong as always)
Or her voice
My heart beating like a drum wrenches me from sleep and I am faced with the realisation that this is not true, that call never came, but you vanished just as completely.
Fresh coffee brewed, sits cooling by my feet
(But unlike you I still won’t take it sweet)
As slow sad Country fills the morning air;
Unwritten songs of loves I wished to share.
Fresh tears now flow as music in me seeps,
Can’t shake these troubled memories of sleep;
For though its been so long since last we spoke
Still dreaming of your voice my waking chokes.
Dream-drowning in dark waters, wide and deep,
You pulled me out and set me on my feet:
Fresh silken pleats you’d woven in your hair
Entwined my heart, a noose I cannot tear.
Reality will not resume this week
For nothing here can give me what I seek.
Walls so thin, I can hear your heart beating still.
A different life,
Dance with me
Arms out wide
In reckless abandon
As the water flows
Fills the fountain
One against the other
Into the water
Take my hand
Across the years
A child called Sarah,
Whom I did not know could speak,
Who grew as I held her.
Carried carefully across rooftops
And became a kitten.
Rennovation with hammer
Tearing up barbed wire
And iron sheet.
Building a sandpit
And a swimming pool,
From a vacant lot
For the summer.
While the adults
Picked their way
Between the shells
Which had been houses,
Followed by cartoons.