I knew I’d lost you somewhere in
the park,
In a spate that scudded from my
dream.
The tangled trees had withered in
the dark;
Rain fell from broken branches in
a stream.
I sought a path to you through
shrouding fog;
Past wooden bridges that drowned
in the flood.
I edged past quicksand in this
unknown bog
And slogged my way across a sea
of mud.
I found a seesaw halfway
underwater,
Where you sat with a girl who
held your hand,
And so I climbed aboard this
teeter-totter
Across from you, but didn’t
understand
How in this dream I could be
forced to share
You on a seesaw that could go
nowhere.
