Beloved

Beloved

I 

In these verses that I write

I want you to find your dream

in this pale‑blue, pensive sky

as you gaze, thinking.

II 

Feeling each moment draw near,

swift as gold forming from the sunset;

hearing the stubborn whining engine cry

while you fly through the heat of the month.

III 

And you will think: What a promising year.

How much sun on the plains. And perhaps,

when you sigh and gently close your eyes…

only your dream remains.