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
