Haven Lane

Haven Lane
Jude Kyrie
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The place I am looking to find is haven lane.
Old memories coming alive like forgotten  ghost
The night brings dreams where specters host
At Haven Lane i will be safe again.

Down the pathway
Along to the sea
I find the roads 
but not for me.
In the fog the house lights glow
Blinking in air as white as snow

Where is my mother  she's here again.
Cutting fruit for a pie at haven Lane.
Her old  chair creaking in its  pain
As she carves apple skins at haven lane.

I know she's there at haven lane.
I must find haven lane again.
Grandmother cast a stitch of knitting
It's shapeless length the moments flitting.
growing stitch by stitch as she is sitting.
Clicking ceaselessly  in Haven Lane
Knit one purl one cast one
Clickity clicking again and again

Outside, In the fog, I feel the pain.
Cutting my flesh wide open again.
Dreams  wash away in the morning rain.
I am Lost and alone like haven lane

Dreamscapes and nightmares
Jude