A DREAM
I often have this strange and poignant dream
Of a lovely maiden who is sweet and dear;
A beautiful dame of yesteryear,
She kneels with reverence beside a stream.
And then in the night she comes to me,
In the moonlit mountains, tender, of the spring,
Which inspire songbirds in the trees to sing,
In a minor tone, near the fountains by the sea.
JOHN LARS ZWERENZ
Comments
I like the theme
Dreams have always been vivid influences on me.
I thought the first stanza flowed better than the second. The second had more meat to it, tho. Just IMHO.