Dream
My white forehead carried me without guiltiness
among things and people,
the sunset was announced at an end of stairs,
I thought I would write a book about wonders
I was finding a web of a spider and a bee with dead flight
at every end of a stair,
and cherry trees were growing near the huge block,
with brides at the windows
and crowd of grooms
under the cherry trees in bloom,
wait for the night’s falling
over the shoulders of the tired girls
tired because of the light of that day