The dream doesn't rescue the maiden.
The dream doesn't rescue the maiden.
I became a criminal when I fell in love.
I wished for another poem.
Like anyone, I have my dreams.
Never forget you are my children.
I met my love under an orange tree:
I have forgotten
only the facts, not the inference-
there were children, somewhere, crying, begging for coins
Within the unsupported line, she knows
that life is missing; she has cut
one background from another.
For ten years I was happy.
We look at the world once, in childhood.
They rise up
blacker than childhood.
Remember that time you made the wish?
I met my love under an orange tree
or was it an acacia tree
or was he not my love?
A child draws the outline of a body.
I used to tell you my dreams.
Love of my life, you
Are lost and I am
Young again.
And the soul creeps out of the tree.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories