I Dream of Rivers Looking Back
I dream of rivers looking back
At us: a look which will do crack
My face, for all of me is flawed,
And all that’s fair is but façade.
I dream of wind embracing us,
Though in moments cleared of thus,
It drowns my sense in mighty flood
Of which restricts my flow of blood.
I dream of paths of white and pink;
Of sweet perfumes for me to drink;
And I shall sleep by sweetest smell
In all my body that will swell.
I dream of gazing at the stars,
To gaze each other, see what’s ours,
To gaze each other, later find,
That very truly I am blind.
Upon thee is what toys with me:
A beauty that I want to see,
A beauty that I want to drain
Of ev’ry fiber in my brain.