Kit Kelen #328 - lost

328

lost

there's only a moment to catch at the detail

to know the house by heart

I can't even remember what it was –

the thing I was looking for in my dream

the thing I'd lost

something you misplace in a dream

shows up in the afternoon

remember that line of trees at school?

you could barely put your arms out

that was just last week

there are days on end

the line is gone

you feel like a fool to stand and call

time is folded into the dream

and sometimes it will iron out

sometimes it's drip dry

it goes the other way as well

the red king

and the candle

a lake of wax

and still not guttered

people find me in a dream

how did I get there?

sometimes we wander along together

then daylight comes into it

all the light bulbs pale

the place where I am woken

is never twice the same