Near A Waking DreamA Poem by Shui YunI had a dream last night and something miraculous and enchanting happened.
Near A Waking Dream
ShuiYun Often I had met him In my silent reverie Which I chanced to smell his distraction Call this Child of Music, memories seep. Allurement murmurs, mumbles - and more and more... He stops at the lust that shall reprove him. And no youthful poets should now inspire Through a heart with loosing vera cava. Hold on to a waking dream. Oh, mightily weak ardency! This is not far from my waking dream I dreamt. Fainter light of Harris who praises The resplendence of a silvery kiss. © 2016 Shui YunAuthor's Note
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