Out In the Dell

The restlessness of dreams do wake stirring the mind of a child's forsake teeter-totter on the indigo plank try to remember but come up blank try to rekindle but come up blank hear the whisperings in the dell where it is hard for truth to tell what kind of monsters lurk out in that hell among the where the dead do dwell i try to remember but nothing yet i try to rekindle but nothing yet along the murky moor the moon does rise given up by noonday cries even the children lament in sighs when one lover lives and the other one dies try to forget but never could tried to move on I know I should