From "Valentines and Other Tragedies"
In the month of honeysuckle blossoms
Dark clouds upended and colliding
Dissipate quickly and are gone just as soon.
The yellow buds drop their petals into a warmer wind
And I breathe easy.
I dreamed of weddings
Made of jade and turquoise
Laid down my back,
A new color brought from the East,
Telling me to visit there next;
Surrounded by the souls of Brahman
Who spoke in unison – Their lullaby chorus
Caressed to make a soft balm
Around my neck,
Shiny chains of the talking elephants
Who sleep next to you as sentinels
Then carry wherever you wish.
Waking, I meant to tell you
It was a true dream.