Miss Faded Dream Poem by BENJAMIN ABAZIMANA

Miss Faded Dream
(from the Collection of Letters to Miss)

Here saying, 'Hey, ' Miss Summer Eclipse,
 Where can I find your shadow?
 You, Miss Winter Sunshine,
 A whisper in the hurricane,
 'Miss Barefooted Bear'
 You tread where my tenderness hides.

Oh, you, Miss Cold Drop,
 Of oasis water on my scorched heart.
Hello, Miss 'Tell me more, '
 Of my midnight soliloquy.
 What perfect lightning,
 Sparking flames in my ice-cold soul.

How did your day go,
 Miss Parable, puzzle to my smart left brain?
 Oh, what a tale I'll tell
 When I sink into my deathbed dream.

Miss Doves in Twilight,
 When the beautiful sunset
 Casts a shadow of emptiness in my room
 I go to sleep too,
 Oh, Miss Haunting My Dreams,
 Waiting to mock my sober life come morning.

Good night, Miss Perfect Dress
 For a wedding I shall never see.
Miss Dandelion
 A cold sneeze from my lost pursuit.
 What shall I call you?
 Miss Little Bird,
 Mocking me from the high tree.

There you are again
Miss 'Dream About Me Again, '
 You visited me last night,
 With a clock with no hands.
 You said, 'Wait here.'
Time turned its face
 And left me holding silence
 Deeper than dreams allow.

Good morning, Miss Cinderella's Shoe
 For my bare-footed, wandering spirit.
Dear Miss, receive my letter,
 From the carriage of a lost friar.
 What words did I write there?
 Perhaps the wind opened it,
 And even the sky could not read.

Dear Miss Stop Trying
 That silence you send me in a letter,
 You, with a thousand versions of yourself,
 Each hiding the next
 Like secrets in bone.
 Every smile repeats itself,
 Before you vanish
 Into mist I dare not follow.

Hello again, Miss 'Here I Go Again, '
 Taking my pain again,
 In the silent howl of night,
 Where cold mist rubs past my fictive form.
'Oh, Miss Always Chasing Me, '
 How I long to ask you your secret.

Here I am once more,
 Miss Faded Dream,
Saying 'Hey, ' beneath your eclipse
 Where your shadows fall
 Only where light once kissed.

Goodbye, Miss
 'I Can't Reach Your Side to Smell Your Presence, '
Oh Miss 'it was just
 A faded dream.'

Yours truly,
Mr. Knight - Lost a Battle of Pursuit.