*Haven Lane
By
Jude Kyrie
The night brings dreams where specters host
Old memories coming alive like forgotten ghost
I am looking to find haven lane.
The place where i will be safe again.
Down the pathway
Along to the sea
I find the roads
but not for me.
In the fog the house lights glow
Blinking in air as white as snow
Where is my mother she's here again
Cutting fruit for a pie at haven Lane
Her old chair creaking in pain
As she carves apple skins at haven lane.
I know she's there at haven lane.
I must find haven lane again.
Grandmother cast a stitch of knitting
It's shapeless length the moments flitting.
growing stitch by stitch as she is sitting.
Clicking ceaselessly in Haven Lane
Knit one purl one cast one
Clickity clicking again and again
Outside, In the fog, I feel the pain.
Cutting my flesh wide open again
Dreams wash away in the morning rain
I am Lost and alone like haven lane*
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
*Haven Lane
By
Jude Kyrie
The night brings dreams where specters host
Old memories coming alive like forgotten ghost
I am looking to find haven lane.
The place where i will be safe again.
Down the pathway
Along to the sea
I find the roads
but not for me.
In the fog the house lights glow
Blinking in air as white as snow
Where is my mother she's here again
Cutting fruit for a pie at haven Lane
Her old chair creaking in pain
As she carves apple skins at haven lane.
I know she's there at haven lane.
I must find haven lane again.
Grandmother cast a stitch of knitting
It's shapeless length the moments flitting.
growing stitch by stitch as she is sitting.
Clicking ceaselessly in Haven Lane
Knit one purl one cast one
Clickity clicking again and again
Outside, In the fog, I feel the pain.
Cutting my flesh wide open again
Dreams wash away in the morning rain
I am Lost and alone like haven lane*
Dreamscapes and nightmares
Jude