My dreams recognise me no more
and therefore,
I no longer sleep in a strangers bed
instead,
beneath a foreign faceless moon
I now lay my head
I visit the nameless night by noon
and soon,
by a lake where none know my name
flames,
at candlelit dinners lined to an unfamiliar tune
Shadows dance insane
on walls of my mind and moon
Like black cloth cloaks hidden eyes beneath a hood,
I brood
fire that flickers contours of your face,
grace
the distant chants beyond the unseen hills
It wills, another world, in another time,
and another place
