Poems By Arjava

I DREAMT I fell through silver wave

To the gold sand below

And gazed upon an emerald cave

Where green-lit swordfish go.

With sea-den yawning shadowy

And swordfish sailing slow,

The emerald thoughts fare drowsily.

Greenly the moments flow.

No future's threatening wry-light,

No glooms of bygone shame

Fretted the verdurous twilight

Of a dawn that nowise came.