After a Dream

She cannot recall the words that once she read on a dream, When “love” was maybe “grove”, and “love” again in the lower seam. Could be a sonnet or even a haiku with more than three lines, wouldn’t be a surprise either if was an epic where a muse shines, The poem was safe from critics but unlike most of Sappho’s odes preserved within true Greek urns, it will be moving by crossing roads. But who can really tell or claim that the poem will one day fade? If she wakes with a rhyme on her lips while dreaming with a poem I made?