The little yellow cottage on the hill,
I saw it once in a dream that felt so real,
though it’s a place I know I’ve never been.
And what if I never have that dream again?
Does such a place in the world exist
outside of my own head?
Somehow, I hope it does,
and I hope to find you
still paddling for shore
in that little blue canoe
when I get there.
Haunted Avenues 