Remain Dreaming

Hear the cowbells as they ring,
Making your quietude more profound,
When you take your eyes off your book?

Then a distant bell
Answers the beating heart.

Slowly, forgotten flutes
And a lute, perhaps, old,
Come to sing in your ear

Remain dreaming. Not from outside,
But from within it surrounds you,
It makes you shiver and beckons you
The poignant harmony.

Monica Pillat