After a Dream
She cannot recall the words
that once she read on a dream,
When “love” was maybe “grove”,
and “love” again in the lower seam.
Could be a sonnet or even a haiku
with more than three lines,
wouldn’t be a surprise either
if was an epic where a muse shines,
The poem was safe from critics
but unlike most of Sappho’s odes
preserved within true Greek urns,
it will be moving by crossing roads.
But who can really tell or claim
that the poem will one day fade?
If she wakes with a rhyme on her lips
while dreaming with a poem I made?
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