THE DREAMING

Beside the cats I dreamed of the deaths

that I should never live to see;

and she was still alive, and there, in my dream,

the lost grandmother; with her

I grieved. 'They died out of something...

like love'; 'They died out of lack of light',

said the faceless voices in my dream.

And in the dream I awoke to another dream,

with relief that I had slumbered;

but in that dream they were dead too

and the sorrow came flooding back.

13.03.2020