The Dog And The Dreams

The Dog And The Dreams

In this land of viral dreams,where the seeds have a life that wilts
before a season of growth arrives to carry it in the wind.
I watched from the periphery.
I watched your autumn slide to winter and in the blast wait
for the sunshine that may bring
those who climbed the ladder and flew.
Your lavenders fade, your roses shed
their petals and speak of the beauty
that in fading survives
the blight of winter.
You take your dog to the grocery shop and he waits
patiently in love
when there was no need to tie him
to a pillar or the lamp-post
where he had to brave the winter wind
and survive the indifferent passers-by
on the pavement where life was all a procession on a blind man's street.