'A Dream of Spring'  Christopher Volpe    
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It gathered slowly
Like sadness
The mist that seemed to appear at once
Like a ghost ship
Crested a wave and was there
Just at the top of the new mown field
Yves said the morning’s warm rain -
- the cool evening
Brings the small cloud forming here
We raise a glass in cheer
And celebrate July
And talk of where we’ve been
And gone
I watch the sadness
Slip across the hill
Behind your eyes
I say how wonderful to be
The keeper of our happiness
And you agree
But keep a secret emptiness
You say you stitch
A bead for every tear
Instead of love
You tell of Pecos ghosts
Dissolving
Into mist
Resolving life
You talk of tribes
Of leaving one to find a more accepting
Kind
I too am mist
I too
Appeared
For just a night
To be with you
I too
Am made of warm rain
And cool evening




Sara Mathews     May 2016


'A Dream of Spring' by Christopher Volpe  (used with permission)
http://christophervolpe.com