Only a Dream

- jan-u-wine

leaves.....

soft pattern'd green,
chased by star-light
fill my wondering mind.

I am Home.

Warm light
leaks
from the round
frame
of the door.

Laughter.

Voices
sing
in my quiet'd ear.

Startled faces,
fragile smiles
appear within the world
held safe
behind window's glass.

I linger
there,
watching their joy,
breathing it in.

Why
can I not
go inside?

Something,
someone
calls to me.

I will not answer.

I will not
go back
there.

Cold:

It touches my face.

Dark:

It enters my mind.

I wake:
Your eyes
are
the leaves.

Promise
you will
take me
Home.