Christine – a fragment (Dreams of Darkness and Light)

My dreams are restless, always

seeking yet just out of reach;

labyrinthine corridors and slow water dripping,

a flickering light,

my hand reaching, to fall empty to my side.

A song half-remembered burns

brighter than the candles in the silver sconce,

the words lost to memory in the touch

of a cool gloved hand.

AMH

27 February 2005