…a different life
Between this place and the next
the dreamers stand in the shadows
they watch as the moon moves over
a different time, a different life
where once they were someone else
the stars may have already died there
but the memory lingers on
of a past life long gone
now in a world not quite their own
a place of sharp angles
whispering winds and cold stones
a land lost to all but those who dream it
and when morning comes they awaken
forgetting all that went before
just an illusion, nothing more
each night for one brief moment
they are free to wander where they will
to explore the dark corners of their minds
and when dawn comes creeping in again
they are trapped once more
under guard in this ever-lit world
tethered to their bodies by unseen chains
until that one moment, night after night
when they can dream themselves
back to another time
© Ann Bagnall
