Such dreams this
night strangers and 
places none of 
whom I’d known 
why oh why
dear little mind
do you torture 
me in sleep 
now upon waking 
I am questioning 
as to which 
of you are 
real and not 
can I say 

Having done 
for others 
I find 
this doing 
for myself 
a kind 
of love 
whereas before 
I looked 
for it
in eyes 
of others 
I now 
feel it
in the 
smile of 
my heart 

Now after all 
and after that 
and being here 
dipping my hands 
into cold water 
and breathing air
again at last
I look around 
seeing none other 
no one else 
but this nothingness 
on I go
away from water
onto the slope 
and wonder when
next I will 
touch the sky

The crossroad that 
my life was
had been littered
objects haphazardly tossed
and people pitched 
some even piled 
all just waiting 
someone to come 
many I did
believing that trash
could be treasured 
placed before me 
but now those
very same things 
are behind me 
and in front 
nothing but road
and sky and 
the mountain horizon 

They say
that when 
the harp 
is plucked 
so is
the heart
maybe that 
is why 
when I 
hear it
I feel 
it too