"Those who dream by day"


There was a time when
I knew where to find you,
knew the places and spaces
you inhabited
in my dreams,
in my day
and night
You would be waiting there,
waiting to be found,
waiting to come
to me
revealing your secrets.
Now it's harder to discern you,
to recognise your shape and form.
You are becoming fragmented and ephemeral, 
floating forms in a damp mist of change
holding on tight
to your secrets
Don't pass me by. 
I still want to know you
to discover you
to learn what you’ve become.



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