Dream

 

In my dreams beneath the sun

The flower may rise in the spring

The trees may bud, the waters run

My heart sings

Or maybe a cloudless night

Swaying branches bare

The Oren Stars as jewels white

And there branching hair

Though here at my dreams end

I lie

In darkness buried deep

Beyond all thoughts strong and high

Beyond all dreams steep

Above all shadowed thoughts rides

The sun

And forever dwell

I will say the dream is done

Now bid the stars Farwell

erinjt erinjt
26-30, F
Aug 1, 2007