Only a Dream
It was only a dream.
With my backpack and boots I hiked
Across the country with a pencil in
hand.
Finally, near the giant oak I visit
every year, my pencil readies.
A white bark of wood on the ground
Welcomed my pencil, as I start to write,
“Dear S…”
-but a rustle startled me.
In the corner of my eye, an owner and
its dog,
Walking placidly among themselves, not
knowing who
I was.
As I turn my head, my eyes met hers.
Like water turning to ice, I froze
And so did she. A hundred men could not have moved me nor
Time age me. Inside, enchantment was fighting panic,
Like angels and Death disputing over the
dying man.
It took the strength of my soul to move
my feet.
As if in parallel, we met in the middle
under the oak tree.
Her visage was the most magnificent
image my eyes longed
For. Greater than the wonders of the Earth,
the stars in the
Universe, the unexplainable wonders. As I have been
Waiting
for Her
For a million years, she stood right in
front of me.
To see her so close, so near, it was…I
was in
Paradise.
Mouth opened, no words filled the
void. We spoke through
Our eyes, as tears clouded my
vision. She asked me, ‘with the
World of other flowers, why water the
one that is being watered?’
And when I told her, trickles of sadness
ran down her face.
At the moment when she looked up, I can
tell she took my words
And kept it in her soul.
As the bright sunlit world started to
Darken, I held my hand to her face,
Heart to heart, mind to mind, soul to soul. I wiped the liquid
Crystal falling from her eyes, seeing
sudden eagerness behind them…as
She faded away.
I woke with my hand in the air,
touching, just the air.
I would relive that moment forever, even
if
It was fixed within repetition, as it was
the only time
When time is perfect.
Now I sleep for that chance again, for
It was only a dream.
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