poor thing lost her
way around the bend
crossed paths with
forgotten soul whom
she had only met
of that lucid dream
long ago foretold

it was of certain
surprise to find
ring true, for once
held and felt tight
as surely this must
be for real things

to know reverie
others can not
today, forever told
alas world seems
of strange to only
she can see fabric
sewn as this

thrown caution to
blustering fro
gathered questions
disarray, gone casting
of dreary nights
lack rest to think
yet floating across
sight those memories

and prophecised to
create someday again
as the first time
thus logic of it all
catches up and
lets mind to rest
of an effortless hope
she strangled with