Blurred traces of half-seen faces are sometimes all you find.
Once you went there, might have stayed there, for a year or three.
Figures fey, glamour betrayed, ‘neath a swooning tree.
Certain dreams echo themes you may have lived one day
But though they gleam nothing seems to ever stick or stay
A queen, a court; a broken fort; bracken and grass and star
You love there caught, then came up short, and still you bear the scar.
Certain times, you start to mind, and worry why you stayed.
But then you find you can’t rewind, and curse the day you strayed.
This normal world is quite unfurled, known and mapped and grey
While all in bold beyond the fold those certain places play.