Empire of Dreams Poem by Charles Simic

Empire of Dreams

Rating: 4.6


On the first page of my dreambook
It's always evening
In an occupied country.
Hour before the curfew.
A small provincial city.
The houses all dark.
The storefronts gutted.

I am on a street corner
Where I shouldn't be.
Alone and coatless
I have gone out to look
For a black dog who answers to my whistle.
I have a kind of Halloween mask
Which I am afraid to put on.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ratnakar Mandlik 07 January 2016

Beautiful dream. You can dream any thing and you can be any one in it. Enjoyed. Thanks for sharing.10 points.

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