A voice in the wilderness
Calling in turns
Our names
The call of a child
In his hands two keys
for my heart for your heart
On the boy's shoulders
Two doves
Each carrying a gold ring
On each a name
The child calls out
From within two children
Wedding gowns glistening in their hands
Cheerfully we put them on
The boy amid cheers
Blows and rings
The whistle and bells
A multitude coming to witness
Singing and laughing and rejoicing
And in vigor dancing
Together we join the dais
Holding hands, dancing to the tunes
Smiling, laughing, playing happily
The boy breaks the dance
Throwing down, two keys
The doves singing, calling out our names
The multitude cheering, clapping
From the multitude our friends
Stepping forward, opening
Our hearts
Written in mine 'A dream realized'
'Reality in a dream' in yours
The doves flying, resting on our heads
Dropping the gold rings in our hands
Picking yours, slowly, descending it down
Planting, adjusting it on my finger
Cheers, cheering, shouting, ululations, songs flowing
Promises amidst
I see you moving, stepping forward
Smiling, laughing, we embrace
I see you pressing, softly
Tightly your lips on mine
Pressing them hard you fulfill the dream
But Alas! Who is calling me out?
Wake up, wake up and then realizing
It was just a dream!
Dreams are needed in life. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Jay, very nice. It reminded me of a favorite of mine, by Harriet Monroe, titled A Play Festival in Ogden Park. I listen to it quite often.