© 2021 Barbara Grace Lake

What might I dream if dreams are gone
When gone where do they go?
Do they leave imprints
Any sign that they were here?

Could they have left by their intent
Or did they lose their way?
Is there a shelter
Cosseting my vanished dreams?

Please tell me, if this place exists
Then, might I go there, too
Rejoin my dreams
And merge in their reality