My Blind Friend Describes An Illusive Dream

An angel-like woman in her forties, She is a crossing-guard in a street of heaven. Wears a negligee form a cloud And I see her bare nakedness. Her small breasts like two sugary fruits And the slim body belongs to the grape hyacinth family. She holds a pigeon-heart. Oh! The fleshy buttocks, if I could rest my burdensome head on such a comfortable pillow, I would never wake up to this cruel World. I am not a Saint but I didn't get any carnal feelings As she's really a living Goddess. We crossed together and she said; 'Study well dear, The Education that nobody robs.' I said ' I cannot go to school anymore and I stay with her.' Then she said; 'How do I help on your studies as I have never been to a school? ' Oh! The sudden painful wake up and I realized that I am born blind. * I humbly dedicate this poem to the Southern California's Senior Newspaper 'Not Born Yesterday! '