Lost Poem by Tim Kitchen

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.