I had a dream

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!