Pensieve

I dreamt of you

one autumn night

the stars etched as on stone

never blinking but

an eye

And paradise startled

me,

with its soft feet

sinking, through the grass,

in despair

Wander,

wander through

dusty roads,

The steep sun unkind

never near, ever—

Maybe you’ll find me

thinking

On a rock,

pensive and strong.