A Name and Nothing Else

You don't have to believe in a dream.
You just watch.
A rose by any name at all
is never really a rose.
The moment you pin it and she smiles
that is as close as you will ever get.
A lily on her grave
that might be next
with everything between a blur.
Where did that closeness go,
that warmth that smell the miracle of
her sudden blossoming?
Whatever you choose to believe
what you see is it all disappear.
Oh rose, oh moment that was gone
the moment it ever was there!
Oh dream why did you go

and not take me?

14 July 2026
Texas Jim
Prospect, Nova Scotia