Wrapped Book Poem by Jean Harold

Of all battles I have fought
The most difficult one was in your head
Of all dreams I can have
The most dangerous one was about you
I have travelled to so many jungles
See different things
From plentiful heights
I have spoken thousands of words
Written bags of poems
Lectured multiple souls
Nothing can make me sit and stare
The way I do at your shadow
Your claim is contemplation
Because there is only water
Between two lands and
The blood you already share
You call it a dream because
It is not there when you wake up
And the blood is calling
You to stay on the ground
Then you watch me pack and
Say goodbye to all the way of living
You presume I would go back to
As you wish me best of luck in
All my endeavors and future
Forgetting that future is as mysterious
As the book wrapped neatly
I saw in the bookstore yesterday