1: Last Night I Dreamed of The Road
Last night, I dreamed of the Road.
safe here, in the smallness of my world,
held warm within the sweetness of Home,
still I see other places.
Voices echo in the long hours of the night.
Even the cheerful spark contained by the grate
holds a watchful Eye.
It is not over.
I am rested.
I am whole.
Yet there is no peace in my heart,
save that which exists outside of it.
I am glad for the lives they have,
the lives they will have.
Fierce, warming sun lights my desk, splashes jewelled prisms
across the whiteness of the page.
All I see,
All I feel,
Like wintry cold creeping upon a stone floor,
it comes for me.
I am more frightened now than ever before.
Last night, I dreamed of the Road:
to the Sea.