whereupon

the dreamer lies
within the lies of dreams

whereupon the strangers cry
for the strangeness gone missing

for some the course will change
as the flowing sweeps flowing on
persistent current in the novelty of days
and some things will rearrange
till absence is no longer strange
just flickers of light
that skip across the water
or a sudden echo in the night

did a lover smile
did a companion laugh
did a stranger stop and think
or even for a moment be
inspired

whereupon
the drift of haze
covers the road, but is beautiful
and the dream goes on
until it doesn’t.

2011