Lost

It’s been a very reasonable day. Just a light shower or two walking along these country lanes, round each corner, a different view. But it’s getting late now and darkness will soon be here there’s a haunting sound from the wood nearby, I hope it’s nothing to fear. I know I should be thinking of making my way back and I really did think I was on the right track. And yet, wherever I seem to look and wherever I seem to roam I just can’t seem to find my way back home. I’ve climbed to some higher ground now, such a wonderful view I can smell the freshness in the air and in the distance, see my home now too. But it’s getting cooler and there’s a strange stillness up here I can almost feel the cold silence, which I hope is nothing to fear. Now darkness has fallen but in the moon light I can see a path that I think looks familiar to me. It leads to a narrow stream, I can cross on a stepping stone so I can try to find my way back home. Having waited in the darkness, I can now see in the light dawn brings I sense all of the beauty of nature around me and I listen as a blackbird sings. But with the dawn a storm has gathered and above me dark clouds are near and as the thunder cracks and lightning flashes, I hope there is nothing to fear. Now I’m feeling lost, tired, wet and cold and like someone who has suddenly grown old. And I don’t want to be here in this place, any longer on my own I just want to find my way back home. There’s a shaft of light from an open curtain and it’s so bright in my eyes and the noise from a radio alarm clock catches me by surprise. As I wake up, the duvet feels warm and comforting against my skin and there is someone beside me, still sleeping, so I don’t say anything. I look around me and I know I am home I’m not really somewhere lost and alone. And of course I realise things are not really as bad as they seem for I was lost, but only somewhere in a dream.