Fools Errand

I’m in the room of changing maps
Where places die and country’s shift like sand
The lines of those who came before
Are eaten by the altar’s fire

Within the smoke I saw a child
His skin covered in words
I read them and recalled...

Action and reaction
The ones that came before

I’m in the place of ancient night
Where candles drift upon the sea
I can’t swim beyond the pushing tide
My dreams of there are vivid

Between the drapery I saw a face
She beckoned me inside
I slept there and recalled...

Action and reaction
My dreams of there respond