Moving Northwards

I'm in the water - floating.
I'm in a boat - am I dreaming?
I see the crowd - arriving.
I can hear the crowd - applauding.

They're applauding for me.
I am important.
I am in the middle of a lake.
It's a clear day
And the vans are driving on the shore.

I am leaving, moving on
But part of me remains,
Dust on the carpets?
Memories of the people
Who no longer know me?
No, they never knew me.

I'm in the field
Below the mansion.
I see the castle.
The trees are warm now.

This is my home.
This is my duvet.
Here it is warm.
Prey, come and join me!

Manchester, 2nd August 1987

[Based on a very vivid dream - I can still remember the make of the vans
driving around the lake shore!]