第三十五首 But a Mere Dream（故事）

第三十五首《TheDream》

LastnightIdreamtIwenttoyourhouse，

Thejasmineswerejustbloomingintheporch.

Iroamedaroundlikeawelcomedguest，

Throughthesumptuouslyfurnishedparlor，

andintotheetherealdivingroom.

EverythingIrememberedandleftinoblivionweresurelythere.

OnlysilencewaspresentuntilIplayedPathétiqueonthreepianos，

SomethingIthoughtcouldnothavebeendonepoorerthanthen.

“Thisonedoesn’twork”，agirltalkedthroughtheroom，

Whowasasstartledasmeatthisunexpectedguest，

Butwhodeservedmorethanjustaguest.

HeralmondshapedeyeswereprettyyetnottheonesI’vebeheld，

Scarcetracesofwearyleftherhairtousled.

Herinsouciantvoicebeganansweringmyquestions，

Thoughinteresting，itwasanotherstoryIwishedInevertookpartof.

Itoldhermyfirstimpressionbroughtbythechasteandunsoiledshirt，

Oranyothercolorsblurredinmymemory.

Itgotherlaughingatagirlthisage，

Depictingapieceofartthatmadeherafool.

Amidsttheechoingthegarageopened，

Shepromisedmeataleshewouldnevertell，

AndquicklyIhidbehindawall.

Youreyesmetminesorthechirpingbirdsnestingontrees，

Andjeopardizedasecretkeptsowellbypushingthedoor.

“Run!”Iheardshewhisperunderherbreath，

ThereImountedthefenceandbikedlikeamadRottweiler，

Acrossthewoodsandforestslikemanyrealdreamdestinedtoshatter，

Inwhichhopesarethatmymindwouldneverstayawoken.