A dream

I woke up last night…
In the middle of yesterday…
And yet not today…
To carry on something that wasn’t
Revealed clear to me…
Just shown… in a hazy mirag’d dream…
And I struggled to make heed of it…
Something that was there…
Yet not there…

And strangely I felt so lost…
As if I had no friend in this world.
And the world was a stranger to me…

I walked the lonely’scape…
Running through the barren field
Fresh with the harvest and soft waving
Sheaves of harvest’d wheat…
Feeling them in the palm of my hands
As I passed…
Yet yesterday turned to ashes
Lost eternal… like the last ray…
Struggling to cast a stole’gleaned glance…
Ay at the day that was…
Yet my dream…
O’er the lonely’scape…unseen.

Ashes that were memories in me…
Dreams that were my companions…
And nothing that was real…

And then I looked beside me…
And found that she was standing afar off…
At the crossroads… waiting… for me…
Slowly still’d my heart… and someone who understands…
To take me home…
After a long day in lonely dreariness…
But then… I quiet wonder…
Wasn’t it all a dream…?