WHAT DREAM IS THIS


What dream is this

She walks down by the stream

Alone

Who has taken her there

Did she find her own way

Her gaze rising into the night

Does she remember me

Do I remember her

She takes my hand

Her look still distant

Then she is gone

What dream is this

On top of a mountain

She stands still

Not bothered by the height

Beautiful through all ages

The transition of time

Does not effect her

Her youth and age all become one

Will she recognize me

Do I know her

I take her hand

It is small in mine

The touch is kind

She turns to me

We have known each other

Still strangers in this time

Is she an angel, an aberration

What dram is this

At the ocean I am alone

She stays in my memory

Where she has always been


Michael V Hechtman