My eyes snap open
and in darkness I am alert.
Was that a child’s shout?

Or a lost gull perhaps,
screaming for the sea
above this inland island garden?

It may have been the angry screech of
An engine, scarring the road
With it’s speed

Or perhaps it was the ghostly wail
of someone long gone
who cares to visit me at night.

Yet still, it could have been
a longing cry that escaped my own lips
as I remembered that lost caress.

Or perchance it was the frail path
between reality
and sleep traversing,

and that sound,
it was in my dreams
just part of my imaginings