Dreams

I have been wrong. Swimming 'lusions,
A gathering cloud of waters gone to seed
In lilies, growing carnations, flower-beds
And riverbeds; dreams. Deeds
By the walking Milwaukee, cities by rivers,
Towns by rivers, waterfalls rushing over vines
Trembling, thatching the woods. A butterfly
Was jasmine, a haphazard collection
Of pearls and diamonds, her pinned up hair
Brown luxury, black demons of fragrance.

Heat and the river-swain. The river was swinging,
The milk-cows were singing, the river-swain
Pealed and the clarion call of unfolding fire,
Yellow irises opened sensational light.
Swan-song mixed with the cricket song,
Breeze laughed. These idylls
Farther of storms, father of storms
Brewing up fresh flowers, long waves
Of sweeping grass in the breeze, close breeze sing
Swimming river. Loose me from my bonds,
Great spirit, lose me and let fly a little,
Fly through the twilight of peace.