summer dream

courtesy Vincent van gogh

Through the long flowing tresses falling on her forehead, she glances
Spurts of smile pour like opening stanzas of a beautiful story
Gentle flow of thoughts show the way to an oasis
Sometimes angry sometimes somber sometimes just her

Leaning to embrace and then going in hiding
Like the distant wafting note of a flute
Glow of a fresh daisy
The flight of a lone sea gull.

Through the silent corners of the night
Through the unspoken parts of our lines
Through the drunken alley of forgetfulness
Through the closed corners of my sleepy eyes,
My summer dream.
Oh, my summer dream.