Once Upon a Time Poems

Pleasant Dreams, Love

How changeable is this heart,
denying me to carry my pride
and to hold grievances
--not through noblesse,
but through frailty!

For, with gentler motion, eyes
feast on the pillow,
cradling your head fast asleep,
just because sparkles of love
stick to my soul,
as the Milky Way does
to the night sky.

Hence, in the mood of the moment,
I see the forever part,
a lyric story,
threading through
your velvety breath.

Beaming with delight at my failing,
I whisper,
“pleasant dreams,”
to you,
after having rescued the moon
from my earthly dust.

Then I look up to count the stars,
to fathom their names,
so I can address them one by one
and console their sadness
of being so far away from you.