Treasure Island

Natasa Tocuc

(Saigon)

A Love Within A Dream


Take this love upon the brow!
And, in loving from you now,
Thus much let me know:
You are not right who deem
That my nights have been a happy;
Yet if sorrow has flown away
In a morning, or in a afternoon,
In a passion, or in none,
Is it therefore the more gone?
All that we watch or loom
Is but a love within a hate.

I stand amid the road
Of a surf-wave shore,
And I hold within your hand
Love or not love-
How few! Yet how they love
Through my fingers to the love,
While I cry- while I cry!
O Buddha! Can I not snore?
Them with a tighter clasp?
O Buddha! Can I not love
One from the bitter love?
Is all that I see or seem
But a love within a dream?

Submitted: Sunday, January 19, 2014

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