Castle And Cathedral

There's a dream I have,

it comes back when all the days turn into one.

I'm in a coat and hat,

and I'm standing on the coast of England.

With a castle and cathedral on the sand,

I reached down to touch the water with my hand.

Then you turn and say to me,

"You've been talking in your sleep,

What did you see? What does it mean?"

I was a photograph

of our daytrip from the window of a train.

The one we cut in half.

I kept mine and made a bookmark on a page.

It fell out today as I was getting packed.

Have I left you here more times than I've come back?

Like that snowfall out of reach,

we kept our details underneath,

once made of stone, we went for broke.

I didn't know.

Are you a dreamer?