少女笔下的情诗 第三十五首 But a Mere Dream(故事)
作者:十四岁作家的小说      更新:2018-12-24

  第三十五首《TheDream》

  LastnightIdreamtIwenttoyourhouse,

  Thejasmineswerejustbloomingintheporch.

  Iroamedaroundlikeawelcomedguest,

  Throughthesumptuouslyfurnishedparlor,

  andintotheetherealdivingroom.

  EverythingIrememberedandleftinoblivionweresurelythere.

  OnlysilencewaspresentuntilIplayedPathétiqueonthreepianos,

  SomethingIthoughtcouldnothavebeendonepoorerthanthen.

  “Thisonedoesn’twork”,agirltalkedthroughtheroom,

  Whowasasstartledasmeatthisunexpectedguest,

  Butwhodeservedmorethanjustaguest.

  HeralmondshapedeyeswereprettyyetnottheonesI’vebeheld,

  Scarcetracesofwearyleftherhairtousled.

  Herinsouciantvoicebeganansweringmyquestions,

  Thoughinteresting,itwasanotherstoryIwishedInevertookpartof.

  Itoldhermyfirstimpressionbroughtbythechasteandunsoiledshirt,

  Oranyothercolorsblurredinmymemory.

  Itgotherlaughingatagirlthisage,

  Depictingapieceofartthatmadeherafool.

  Amidsttheechoingthegarageopened,

  Shepromisedmeataleshewouldnevertell,

  AndquicklyIhidbehindawall.

  Youreyesmetminesorthechirpingbirdsnestingontrees,

  Andjeopardizedasecretkeptsowellbypushingthedoor.

  “Run!”Iheardshewhisperunderherbreath,

  ThereImountedthefenceandbikedlikeamadRottweiler,

  Acrossthewoodsandforestslikemanyrealdreamdestinedtoshatter,

  Inwhichhopesarethatmymindwouldneverstayawoken.