Lost Dream

K.C. Collins

Something about a belfry
a bird's nest?
eggs?
I was climbing stairs in a circular manner
and occasionally I walked upon the walls
my clothes were torn and I
thought I spied someone below
following me with his eyes
or maybe the sun
I think he rode a bicycle
to a bridge not far away
and from the rooftop I
breathed his name into the air
"Ariagniel"
it was lost of course
leaving my mind as soon as it left my lips
just like the dream I told you
yesterday
somewhere in the ether

© Copyright 2001, 2003, 2004 by K.C. Collins


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