THE DREAM

I return to a concluding part,

I do not move in wilderness,

And will see reflection of love,

On the earth’s web of existence.

I return to a magical turning,

Mighty presence of beautiful moon,

Gives evidence of unending pursuance

Of love to beauty of a person,

Who can say, “Live with my words,

I love dreamer’s dream,

With the images of life in the world,

I am the woman, I hold the dream.”

I look at the sky, in the night,

And think, millions of years passed,

The moon is still dreaming spirit,

In presence of love in everyone’s feeling. 

Note: This poem is first published in discussion of my poem, MY LADY BEAUTY, at literary group Writer's Cafe' in linkedin.com