Amanda's Dream: A poem

Beneath the silver plate,
Floating on a scented sea,
Dark-eyed wild Susans
Sway on a warm breeze.

Pale recollections dancing
Through haunted dreams
Crowd wrinkled sheets
Off of a narrow farm bed.

Awake, the grey head turns
On a tear-stained pillow
Remembering the first kiss
Before dawn in twenty-eight.

The eastern sky, not yet light,
As it was then sixty years ago.
Across the dark a shooting star
Falls into the perfumed night.

Forks and knives and empty
Cups and laughter echo, echo
Faintly down yellowing halls
Abandoned now for years.