Recalling Dreams.

That country lane

is empty now

and the hedgerows

are empty of birds.

No cows call

from distant fields.

A few grey clouds

drift across the sky.

No church bells toll

across the hamlet's hold.

In dreams she wanders

the country lane

waiting for me again

and a winter cold

embracing the morning's sky.

In dreams we walk

the country lane

and listen as birds sing

from bustling hedgerows

and cattle call across

the nearby fields

beneath a summer sky.

The dream dissolves

and you are gone

and there are just the dreams

and an ageing person

called I.