The shapes cast out by the shadows were the imaginations of lanterns
Spinning and spiraling up the walls and the ceilings from the window; outside in the garden
Woke you up and made you run out
Into the autumn air and the grey fields
Far from your house
In the woods you’ve never been before
Wondering what it could be, wondering where it came from
Some little thought, a warm feeling
Caught you up and pulled you in
Curiosity of a child and eyes as wide as your head could hold
Brought you where you are and trapped you there
Some place where you weren’t so sure
Familiarity was what remained
Yet the place you left isn’t…
…The place you’ve gone
And the lights look different here
They don’t dream the same shapes.
