The Dream - Poem by Nappa Kinako
On the knees of Wise the Fallen Magnolia,
I dream in his green eyes.
His mellow whisper endlessly telling me
That the water underneath me can tell
When my mother fell in the river in her childhood,
That the wind surrounds me can tell
Which fire my grandfather had survived through,
That he has seen many other men
With the voice and the eyes of mine.
And he always says at the end,
“We all loved you.”
In the dream I melt in the air like a rosy mist,
And I fly high to touch the wings of juvenile skylarks,
I swim through the cobalt water of Atlantis,
I gallop the golden field with a family of black wild horses,
And I stand on the mountain dyed in crimson.
Suddenly Wise the Fallen Magnolia falls in silence.
“Isn’t it time to go, little flower of my old friends? ”
I can only ask,
“What is ‘time’? ”
Slowly his green eyes fade into grey,
My feet start to bleed,
I arrive to the valley of coal and oil.
And only in my own breath can I smell the woods I left,
Whistle the song of skylarks,
And listen to myself
Whispering a lost tale of love and nostalgia.
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