Tuesday, June 06, 2006

The Dream

The Dream
They are not long,
the weeping and the laughter,
Love and desire and hate:
I think they have no portion in us after we pass the gate.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses;
Out of a misty dream our path emerges for a while,
then closes Within a dream.

Ernest Dowson


Emissary.Christine said...

I did send the tea... and she really liked it. Thank you for your post and for reading. I love your poems. They're awesome!

Kuan Gung said...

Thank you christine...and I'm glad you sent the tea...