In the walks
\nmy sleep takes,
\nI become lost,
\nas if
\nI am at the edge
\nof valleys
\nand I can\u2019t fly.
\nCannot leave
\nand go
\nwhere my wings
\nwould take me.<\/p>\n
My dreams
\ncome to a door,
\nwhich can\u2019t be opened.
\nTo streets
\nwith no place or end.<\/p>\n
Then I wake,
\nor half wake,
\nand look into my room,
\nbut not my home,
\nand linger for time\u2019s sake.
\nA depot with a train
\nthat never comes.
\nThen thankfully,
\nlight,
\nand the rescue,
\ndawn.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In the walks my sleep takes, I become lost, as if I am at the edge of valleys and I can\u2019t fly. Cannot leave and…<\/p>\n