Love and Jasmine


This morning I woke 

having dreamt of jasmine,

lines of poetry forming 

themselves on my lips

as I opened my eyes. 


My love and I together

shopping for treasures–

books and plants

we could bring home

that would survive the desert heat. 


I can’t remember the last time 

I’ve had a good dream

I can remember upon waking. 


Most nights I dream of

searching and searching 

and searching

for someone I love

but I’m never 

ever able to reach,

Or that a lost love

would have loved me again

if only I’d done this one thing,

Or that I’ve done the one thing 

for which my love would leave me. 


A miracle then 

to dream in poetry 

of true love

and jasmine.