Dawn's Dream Poem by Saroj Padhi

I feel loved when
dew drops from a foggy sky
to drench dawn-time dream
of an earth sleeping,
in thick fog of wet desire I swim
inhaling the aroma of crushed grass,
drenched trees,
heaving leaves
plucked flowers,
puckered twigs
and a doting breeze;

but soon the sweet sleep is lost
to smokes of sadness
spreading from humming bees
who wander in pathless woods
narrating tales of lies
told by lovely flowers,
not realizing how deep the cuts are
when old wounds are raked
by stray cries;
and the poor heart flounders
in throes of day's long boring siege.