Aug 10
My Dream (One Fine Morning)
Lovers lost,
My longing falls to dust.
Strolling,
Awakening shadows
Beckon me
With the rising
Of the sun,
Tho' my ear is lost
to the cardinal's call,
My breath
to the morning air.
(The dew tickles my tongue).
And even as fear tugs at my sleeve,
Still I stroll along.
