The dream:
I walked endlessly.
Eyes lids raised.
The river was long.
Tar stained my feet black,
and tears, my checks.
How many times did I dock
and ask for a little clarity on the matter.
I am bequeathed only a hug,
a word
& a soft kiss.
I drift
farther
uncertain of its intensity.
I built such a beautiful picture
Of what life should….
Be.
Oh…the house.
What a place.
The garden was marvelous:
A fluttering dream.
But for some reason
I can’t get out of it.
Smyon-Pa 