Mulberry Trees

It has happened years ago. Maybe yesterday’s tomorrow. It was long forgotten time. As a convict on furlough, I felt innocent of crime. Childish memories uproar, Kiss I answered to try. I was very stupid there. I was permanently shy. Blackish blue or white in color sweetest fruit I ever ate. Stains on town streets in summer. Trace of incidental deaths. I was yearning for the glory, galloping through stormy days, fighting legends in the stories, finding something to embrace. Skies above and dreamy clouds. How beautiful was night... And I do remember sound of my lost forever chance. Yes, I tried to put together splendid lace of easy words English poets were treasure. I adored the eyes of yours.... As a measure of forgiveness, near me in phantom space peacock feathers flew around, wedding ceremony grace. It was night when stars fell down into ocean that was brown I was looking at your face. I adored your eyes for years. And I still remember morning, sun was awful and grey. I made sandwich, cup of coffee and without any worries boarded long awaited train. Mulberry Trees, you’re to stay. 4/2018