It is Cold in the Dream


It is Cold in the Dream

It is cold in the dream

There is a fine mist of rain

Perhaps it is fog

But damply it settles

And softly it falls

On me

I cannot tell

If it is night or day

All the colours have faded

Leaving just shades of grey

I feel lost and alone

I think I am searching

This place seems familiar

The house

It is mine

Or mayhap, it is me

Me that is owned

By this place

By the sea

Room after room

With my hands

I trace history

They are crowded

With memories

Yet empty

Of me

It is cold in the dream

There are waves all around

They surge at the windows

Or so it appears

As I walk through this place

It dawns on me late

The walls are all glass

And the house

Stretches out

Like a pier

Room after room

Into the distance

Into to sea

And the waves

And the rain

Close softly

Around me

© Ann Bagnall 2015.

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3 thoughts on “It is Cold in the Dream

  1. Great poem, can feel the longing and the pain, as the rhythms of this picture unfold in the depth of my soul. i love this it really spoke to me and touch me deeply, thanks for blogging it, best wishes and blessings, Charles.

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