Midsummer's Day Dream

You’re a midsummer’s day dream,

While I’m a shepherd in the field.

Come as a cloud would

Under the scorching heat,

And bless our momentary meetings.

Fleeting- your stay, but your eyes-

A Kaleidoscopic, perfidious gaze,

Pours out philtre- in dew and rain.

You speak- I stumble, and this rustle

Mumbles: “take heed of thyself”.

Well, mustn't I see the cattle graze?

But I linger on your every step,

Again and again, I forget myself.

Vanish with the wind!

My heart and this grass

Trembles as you set to leave.

Aware I am of your visitations

To other shepherds in other fields.

There, you stray for longer.

Not for me, because for all eternity,

I’ll be a shepherd who just dreams.