In My Dreams And Fantasies Poem by Nero CaroZiv

In my dreams and fantasies I Walked along my childhood landscape a pureness rare, no constraint
It holds such a precious thought; brighter than sun-shine; for it does acquaint
Me with each glorious sight and dearest moment of each divine back day
That in the pebble-paved channel of summer dry bed stream lay.


Molten events like crystal, into the brain of mine,
What a Nature's rarest alchemy and miracles ran there,
The golden wheat field, a vision so holy and so divine,
Winter through whose bright-gliding small currents in creeks might appear


A thousand naked nymphs and seraphim, whose ivory wings shine,
In my dreams enameling the banks, made them intoxicating more than wine
Than ever was that glorious palace of childhood field gate
Where the day-shining sun in triumph over blooming meadows sate.


Upon this brim the fields of grass and rose,
The palm tall proud, the old olive tree, and its crony the fig tree,
As kind companions, in one union let patina of time grows,
Folding their twining arms, as often I love to see


Summer dragging days of school never so far but caressing close,
Lending to dullness feeling sympathy;
Old trees in ancient land; as a costly valance over a bed,
So did their garland-tops the dry brook overspread, over shade


Their leaves, that differed both in shape, show and glow
Though all were green, yet difference such in hues and textures green,
Like to the checkered bent of a flower bow,
They listened to the late day moaning, soothing winds I never experienced as it had been

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