C.S. Lewis

Forgotten Places

In dreams you visit.

This day you sit amidst a crowd,

The years have matured your brow.

Quietly you listen to a man speaking of our God.

Our eyes meet beyond the doors.

A heavy tone fills the blue.

But love beseeches to color your view.

“Blessings!” you shouted

“Release me from your grip,

For our years have been counted”

Free from his rule,

Unwinding from its tightly wound spool,

Your heart races through forgotten places

And familiar spaces.
Until you find me once more.

Under the shelter of the tree

With letters on a page, your love spills free.

In that moment I awoke.

An echo of words you spoke

Fill the empty room.

Close my eyes again

Wait for your return.