The Fragrance of Dreams

I set upon the altar of my heart

a promise in the shape of a poem

made of sparrows wings,

and wild geese dancing.

Poets before me have set down

the fragrance of their dreams and

golden landscapes of their wonder.

All this I will take up each day

So I may be not lost

from my own heart.

Carol Carlisle

From a few words I scribbled in the back of “New and Selected Poems” By Mary Oliver