Fragments Of Dreams Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Fragment of dreams

When I awoke it was still raining
the roof still leaking
a sense of emptiness.
Not dreaming much
horses galloping across the Pampas
flaring nostrils
flying manes.
Too close to a dusty town
Corralled
Broken to nil
sad eyes look to the Pampas
Yes,
sailors by the shore
seeing the sea
the far ocean
they shall not sail on again.