Whence I alone dream

We lighted the moon
in full colour
our thoughts speaking to each other

We helmed the ship
that sailed with easterlies
in currents flowed to our favour

We were the serpents
twined at sea
with marinere’s bless –
So we did confess!
to the scent of our own
sweet ardour

But Lo, I wake!
the sea is dried
the land already asunder

No rain, nor clouds
my throat ever parched
and the sea still farther

Yet my tired mind
doth still preside
upon this luctuous dolour – Ah, Hark!

I thought I heard some slight
patter of rain
mayhap you were singing to me
Apples red
fields halcyon green
could it be
you still think of me?

Yea, mayhap.

but only in this silent sea whence I alone

Dream.