Dreams (This Place Seems Familiar)


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

Or so it appears

Waves all around

They surge

At the windows

As I walk through this place

It dawns on me late

That 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

 

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