To the North of Dreams
Modern poetry modern verse contemporary poetry contemporary verse modern poem contemporary poem
The house of dreams that never was comes up.
Perhaps it never was a part of life.
My dreams attempt to catch it and to cup
It in . . . my heart. I go there with my wife
But find it more by accident than plan.
A busy shopping street leads up a slope
And then we pass her childhood, past the man
Who shocked her. Then we turn and grope
Around a Scottish hill and past a church
And suddenly the house we thought we saw
Evaporates like Heaven’s mist. We lurch
Away both etherized. That is God’s law.
Our daydream railway station turns to dross.
We make our way back down to journey’s loss.
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