Dream

I again dreamt of returning to the past,

Of the happiness and the games of childhood,

All were hidden in the woods which were vast.

The fresh air was the source of wit for my girlhood,

The morning dew was the first thing I could touch,

My feet were wet, yet felt good.

I leaned my body against the birch,

Let the sunlight fall on my face,

Listening to the music from the church.

Two old men were playing chess,

Their silver hair glistered among the wild roses surrounding them,

And two lovely dogs were in chase.

I dance around the birch following the rhythm,

It seemed I’d melted in the sunlight,

Butterflies fluttered around me in my realm.

I was dizzy to the last,

I got lost in the sunshine,

I again dreamt of returning to the wonderful past.

                                       Jun,27,1993