A Period Within a Question Mark
Last night I dreamt a dream;
Early morning ‘twas forgot,
I tried my memory to no avail;
I went out for a walk
To forget the worry of what was forgot
On the way I passed a weeping willow and wept
For a memory I buried there, and then
I passed a forest where I saw
A billowing reptile crossing the road.
Frightened, I ran into the wood deep;
I stood there and began to call for help;
A huntsman responded to my call
And one pull of his trigger made it.
By the time my heart was steady,
I heard a nightingale singing;
I listened and was pleased
And began to dream again
Of building airy castles, in Spain,
Near by a Catholic church
O the melody of the chiming bells!
I woke up and realized that
I was dreaming dreams within a dream;
That’s the true meaning of life;
A continuous reverie of tops and slopes.
Leading finally to the period
Within a question mark.
The Fiber of Will
Having lost the spring would I in the fall
Find a lone green leaf still hung on my tree,
When the stem drying core dried all in all
Leaving but the fiber of will in me.
I call to mind those moments of glory,
Climbing the tower of age with power
Alas! Those moments were transitory,
And I wait the coming time hour by hour.
Would age allow me a bonus of youth
Within a reason I’d try deciphering
The code of this fog-bound life and its truth,
Though such a trial might be saddening;
But why should I keep struggling with fate,
When I cannot take an adamat stand?
Be it as it comes be it soon or late,
It being but a shadow caught my hand.