PERHAPS I AM DREAMING
The young soldier turned very slowly
in a circle; as shadows dim; in dim shadows,
The young soldier hesitantly
Toward the sea.
"I see… no, perhaps I was mistaken.
My eyes were watching that rainbow,
just beyond– that rainbow dimming beyond.
My stretch of sand and sea…where the wild cypress
stands alone, a sentinel– just as I…
Just beyond, unseen, hardly there,
stand a man and a woman…
or is it a boy and a girl?
She is dark...he is fair.
Their hand are clasped.
That much I can see,
or do I really?
Night has come
Perhaps I am dreaming."
Shadows in summer night follow vaguely in his path.
They are shadows of a boy and a girl…
or a man and a woman… or are they really?
Perhaps it is only a reflection of the moon
upon the water. Perhaps I am just dreaming.
A young soldier is walking.
He turns slowly, then walks on
toward a cypress tree
The sea tremors faintly in salty whispers,
vaguely, in his path.
In dimmed shadows…
two hands clasp...as they disappear into their distance…
All is silent...