I Miss a Place That Doesn't Exist

For a long time 

I'd have vivid dreams,  

bursts of REM that gave me the illusive bliss 

of being wherever 

and the closest return  

to the mind of a child 

so I'd store these treasures 

like real-life memories 

in messy notes,  

just for a glimpse 

of 

trains over oceans,  

hooded figures on side roads,  

a man who painted the sky,  

riding horses to race dusk,  

a stone city in heaven,  

hand-in-hand with my mother 

and 

if you asked me, I would have told you 

I’d live in my dreams 

if I could.