There was a time I thought I could see
But thought does not necessarily
Transfer to action, so it is written,
One of those sometimes harsh lessons
Taught by inflexible reality.

I remember our first meeting
Vividly as though it were yesterday…
A room draped in jasmine shadows
And her lying across the bed
Dressed only in a translucent gown
Of red roses floating in charcoal mist…

And though dressed, she radiated
A warm, luminescent nakedness,
Like a summer morning’s sun
Rising high in a cloudless sky.

But then I woke up
And realize it was all a dream.