Mango Tree

It was midnight when he woke up from a dream.
In the stillness of night he heard his own heart beat
full of longing, pain and a desire he could not name.
He sat up and gazed out of his bedroom window.
The eaves of the house were dripping moonlight
the world outside appeared in a delicate stupor
and shadows floated gently in and out of his thoughts.

There was a time when her laughter fluttered lightly
and filled the house with delightful moonbeams
that broke into pearls and they danced everywhere.
Soft, cool slivery smoothness of her mouth..
he loved her smile but quite never possessed it.
Many things made her smile and he always stared
at the way her lips curled into a beautiful moonflower.

His right hand felt the emptiness close to his heart
he picked up the conch shell on the night table
and put it to his ear. The ocean spoke to him.
He walked out into the garden and picked up a shovel
and started digging a hole right outside his window.
He was going to plant a mango tree in his yard
beneath the shadows of the watchful volcano.