ROOM FOR THREE
ROOM FOR THREE
The moon shone brightly on the new falling snow
Crickets dancing in the air as if by magic
A dragonfly swooped by
Memories of a dusty morning fill my soul
Gallant knights trod barefoot in the meadow
The north wind blew upon my face
Scattering bamboo leaves of calligraphy
In the distance sounds of merriment
Wishing me to practice polygamy
The narrow pathway inside my soul
No one inside fills outer space with beauty
A horseman, a carriage, and a room for three
Kenvil Atkins / Poet / Caribbean Poetry Dreams.