Hanging Over his Head
Dreams of two lovers
Hanging Over His Head
Hanging over his head are
Half-conjured images of desires,
Of a rose in a shire,
Whose outlook is dire,
Of doves flying home,
That never grow tired.
Hanging over his head
A golden field of wheat
And a line of red roses
With two sapphires which meet
One who opposes.
Hanging over her head
The spectrum of colors
Which describe to her
Handfuls of cherries that were
Once sour but now sweet,
From a tree long dead.
Hanging over her head
A labrynth of stone
Full of sorrow and lament
And walls that were bent
Where lie crows that moan,
"Are you content?"