Here in white Erehwon
Her hair will fall on my face
She will kiss me.
She will come out of the
Whiteness of the tablet
To press her lips against me
And hold her hand against my cheek
It will be better than it was
We will watch the elephants loading teak
The sailboats and the rowboats loading teak
And there’ll be no need to speak.
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Comments: 5
One tiny editorial idea: you might want to consider replacing the contraction with the words, 'there will'
In any case it is a very nice poem.
GL
The imagery and the dream-quality flow so smoothly!