One should do for me
not a dream too many
neither perfumed
roseate or lavish
simple joys just as
they should be-

if there were
a million flowers
in the expansive field
before me
which should
I choose to see?

what of the feast
with fifty and one variety?
should I consume
to over-satiety?

two songs
I couldn't hear
at the same time
however sweet-
that would jar
their individual beauty

I met you so long ago
at a mutual friend's party
amidst the din and laughter
alone in a corner
you stood quietly
how well do I remember
your gentle eyes did greet me
my heart spoke silently:
' if you have but just one dream
let this be....'

I drew near
and you said:
'I'm a shy girl
from the country
seldom do I
come to the city
it's rather scary...

dad is a farmer
fourth generation really
at the village-school
I did my basic study
so often he said to me
what's the use
of a university?
girls are meant
to marry
and have a family....'

her last words
still vibrate
in my memory:
'life in the country
is calm and happy
i'll live and die there
content with
a life of simplicity
I don't need
a dream too many.....'

my job in the city
as a stock-broker
I gave up-I knew
you were meant
for me

I shouldn't
further elaborate
our gentle love
tells its story.