Sonnet

Last night I dreamed of Manderley again

The music led me deep into the maze

I traced my hand along the walls and then

The bar appeared, alive with lights ablaze

I found myself within the dark hotel

A twisting knot of threads around my heart

A pulsing beat, the clanging of a bell

A dozen pathways pulling me apart

A hundred places that I want to be

A thousand clues that I cannot discern

We never can go back to Manderley

But sometimes in my dreams I still return

I mourn the scenes I’ve never seen before

And know that very soon I’ll sleep no more.