The Reverie Poem by Dr John Celes

She sleeps in peace,
A weary frame:
On old door-steps,
All moss-covered.

Her curled body,
In slumber lies-
The damsel lone,
Looking pretty.

She came by dawn,
And now it’s noon;
The sun is hot,
And shade is gone.

Her lover told:
‘We will elope;
Await me love
Near old cottage.’

She waited long;
He did not come;
She does not know
The reason, ‘why? ’

With aching feet,
Hungry stomach,
She found these steps,
To take a nap.

Her nap became
A slumber deep-
Of hope effaced,
And love denied.

Her heart of love
Seems duped again;
She cries unseen,
In reverie!

Her heart’s anguish
Does not know words;
Nevertheless,
She accepts fate.

She must return
To her own home;
For, love has failed
Her, miserably!

May be, she’ll try
Another time;
Her sullen heart
Takes hope again.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-17-2008