When in sleep in that faraway place
Where only dreams make their trace
You cannot know if again you will awake
And if you do what then will you take?
From those memories that within your dreams
Seemed like a real place hung from crossed beams
Like a flotsam log on a wide ocean beach
After long uncharted journeys and only now within your reach
On the edge of time in that distant place
Where only memories can be retraced
Is this an unreal void, a hole in space?
Or a stepping-stone to another place!
To be left and ‘lost’ in plain view,
Among the ‘trash’ of now and other times,
Washed up forgotten and out of date,
Waiting inspection of a wanderers eye
Who is that wanderer that happens by?
What can you do to make him sigh?
Cry, from this flotsam like a gem
Be noticed, be the one in ten.