Daydream

Old cherry trees beside the church In early bloom this spring I got new travel film to watch New birdies come to sing “You poor thing, you beggar boy Just listen to the air” - They twee to me, and it’s a joy To know of their sweet care I walked along some nameless graves I sat on bench of stone I left behind sad winter days Still haven’t find my home As if by wave of magic wand A sage materialized “Hello, my poor vagabond”, He said, “are you surprised?” “I really am”, I said, and still It seems that you’re a dream” “A closer look will tell I’m real He said, “not like you seem” “You’re out of time,” he said to me “You’re from another world You’re out of mind, that’s why you’re free Your freedom is absurd Remember this, you are the ghost Who cannot sleep at night” - He said, and went towards the coast The sun was dazzling bright.