On two poems, long overdue

Here are two original poems, hope you like them! : )

gone

I once fell asleep

When I woke in dream, 

it had gone.

How long had I slept?

"Oh it has been long."

Dearest, they told me,

You've gone far along;

A new sun has risen 

and birds aren't in song,

Fields were full

Of seating gold grain

And now all they feel

is sleeting cold rain.

It was hard to see--

But I had missed the beauty.

the home

I woke my self up this morning. 

I had dreampt of water growing on stone all night long,

a stone in front of a great house.

I get the sense that it is

very old, this house.

As I look down on the winding vines, 

I feel a fairy-push;

a push on me.

Indeed it is old,

to a kindred spirit:

home for sprouting magic.