Dreamscape

At night

                                               It’s always there….

 Crevicing into your head

                                         corners morphing into rooms

                                                                                        voices sounding into shapes

 Figures….              

                                 once familiar….                                                         

                                                                                        now dead.

Rooms as they once were

                                              broken lock    

                                                                              sleeping dog               

                                                                                                             creaking stair.

 And though you’ve

                                               journeyed                                    

                                                                                        fifty odd years or so….

                                                                                   

And it may not even be left  

                                                              standing…..

 

At night in your dream

                                                 It’s always Home

 

The house you were born in.

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