dreams and clover by Bet YeldemI will wait for you in dreams and clover
while the sun steals auburn from my hair
and kisses my face with gold dust.
This feeling is not new.
The old photograph found me today.
One of the tie-straps from my homemade white top
built with my mother's hands falls
from my tiny shoulder. Pale tan lines
are an ivory rainbow. Blue embroidered
flowers blend into the sky so that I
am floating like a cotton cloud.
Hovering. Seven
years old and missing one front tooth.
And smiling like the world is mine
because I could feel you there
in dreams and clover.
I spent hours in search of that quiet anomaly
wondering how much it might be like me.
A mystery. A freak of nature. A happy accident.
A sought after jewel. A glorius mistake.
On wistful days, I found my way
to sacred lands. Lying on a bed of green
softness was my perfect afternoon.
Soaking in rays of light that followed and bathed
me, happy for every second.
I have never fully been in this world
except for rare moments
in dreams and clover.
When I first saw your face,
I knew you already.
I knew you from the scent of the earth
from some primal connection
from memories too old to be my own.
You were in the dirt and dampness
of that patch of ground I loved.
You were the four leafed gift,
Twin petaled, heart shaped.
You were the soft green. The piercing light.
Long before stolen glances,
I met you
in dreams and clover.
Days creep across the miles and
my wanderlust returns me again
to the simplicity and gravity of you.
Distance and time
fall into dust and wind,
becoming another part of us.
So, from 7 to 70, like eons before and after
I will wait
knowing that the choices I make are not mine,
after all. Lifetimes before and after this one
will sing you into my heart.
You are my own
escape and restoration
You are still here
in dreams and clover.
09/04/2006 Posted on 09/04/2006 Copyright © 2024 Bet Yeldem
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