Dictionary of Dreams
You do not know their secret names.
Mine is the music of metal and wood.
Human voices behind walls.
Trapped in reds, in chiseled words.
And silence. Always silence.
Or the filtered woodwinds at dawn.
How to describe her body?
The quickness of night. Year's demise.
A family of ghosts hidden in these halls.
ROBERT OKAJI lives in Texas with his wife, two dogs and some books. The author of five chapbooks, his work has appeared or is forthcoming in Taos Journal of International Poetry & Art, The New Reader and Vox Populi.
More from Robert: Robertokaji.com