Lost Dream
I am driving up a hill without a name on an unnumbered highway. This road transforms into a snake winding around coiled on hairpin turns. At bottom of the incline lies a dark village strangely hushed with secrets. How black it is. How difficult to find that dream street which I must discover. Exactly what I will explore is unsure. Where I will find it is unknown. All is in question. I continue to haunt gloomy streets in this dream town crossing dim intersections. Everything has become a maze where one line leads to another dead ends become beginnings. Deciding to abandon my search, I return for my automobile ... nowhere to be found in shadows. Finally I look up at the moon's yellow eye ... my lips forming prayers to a disinterested god.