The Journey

Made the journey

Got there soon

Followed by

The tiptoed step pings

Of the dripping tap,

Lost upon

The Eschian stairs

Caught within

A trap

Deep within the pencil case

The members

Of a rubber band

Played a feeble tune

Of witches wands

 And wizards hats

The scratchings of a rune

 Surrealist season

Of shifting fears

The telescope

Of the shortened years

Overshadowed

By the getting there

And the going back

Not knowing

Of the way between

Or off the beaten track

I really need to be there

A hobbit stride away

To sleep the dream

Of yester year

Without another day.

JL 31 Aug 2011 

These things seem to get darker every time I read them. It was not my intent. I will aim for lightness next week if all goes well.  Trouble is I cant control the impetus as it usually sifts down from the semi consciousness of a dream.