Morning Dream

There’s a quiet sigh of a woman

a stifled regret of forlorn love

a shrug of her shoulders

And a whisper of fear

a tearful hope

of a lonely future

And a man moans in his sleep

Tossing through the night

On a solitary divan

Unaccompanied in the forest
waiting for a lover to return

A bird sits on a branch

And a flower unfolds gently

And the grass glistens in the dew

And a girl wonders

When will the love come?

And why is the wait so long

Before he appears

And the breeze scatters leaves 

As the boy strums the strings

Of his new guitar

And the woman walks alone

Small dog barks at her

And I awake