A second poem based on the Gontarov painting.
I had a dream I dreamed it through
until the end of sleeping when
I woke to tints of softest grey
and all the glitter fell away
into forgetting like the rain
that made its water music sing.
I had a dream of hearts and flowers
summer days beneath the bowers
of some scented flowers sweet
and princeling came with beating breast
and offered me his princely wealth
if I would be his princely bride.
I had a dream that might have been
a story from another world
where I was cursed with legs and walked
the stony ground on tender feet.
How cool the water feels, the swish
of fishy tail, and princeling, pish!