Night People

They come in the night,

Frozen in my dreams.

Memories distorted

As they melt into visions

Of a time lost,

And then found again.

 

The boy and his horse

A woman in brown;

Lost in a maze

Of crumbling houses.

Dark waters bursting,

Water twisting and winding

Through narrow streets.

 

In my dreams the night people come.

 

©Jo Anne

October 20, 2020