The Dream

the dream was the fragrance of roses
floating on the wind as though
it were not mine.
please sweet lark
singing that morning melody
write that chimera on the wind.
if only i could catch a glimpse
of the reverie
in my minds eye.
the lark wrote your name
across the sky
but the wind blew it away.
waking I could sense
the scented melody of roses
on a breeze.
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