Into starlight night I run
across the hills,
solitary- no one

through the trees, across the streams
Toward the hilltop,
a castle of my dreams

Onward up the winding stair
a room of mirrors,
you shadowed there

What are you saying? What is the measure?
No reply, no words, no subtle gesture

I awake, no scratch, no wound no harm
safe in bed I pull upright,
the room is still, save my alarm

Now in daylight, yellowed pages turn
whither these dreams of discontent-
with dark forgetting of my care return?

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