The gate to my dreamworld is now almost closed
I wonder if the closing might have been self imposed
Last night I saw a friend, now so long ago dead
Flickering face speaking, mouthing everything unsaid...
There's a trunk with a padlock holding disparate things
Like mouldering memorabilia such as watches and rings
Tempting me, but left unopened for many a long day
If I were to dare peek in, what would Pandora say....
Dreams of long ago, embedded deeply within
So firmly attached, I'll never own them again
If I could summon them forth, but how I've tried!
The stones are unmoving, as deep down they hide...
Friends of mine march in circles around and around
Calling to me in almost inaudible whispering sound
Things lost on purpose I don't think should be found
Better to leave them a few more years in the ground...
