The Dream
I found myself in this very, very large, old-fashioned library, the kind where
book stacks go all the way up to the ceiling, and those wonderful, gliding
ladders along the wall. There were lots of people there, just looking at the
venerable old tomes displayed, and then suddenly someone started
reciting a poem. And then another. And then a young girl spoke fervently
about courage, and they all gave her a standing ovation.
And so I stepped up to one of the ladders, climbed onto the fourth step, and looked down at them their eyes meeting mine, and I began to speak: “I saw you dancing last night on the roof of your house. I felt your hearts longing for the friend…”
And I went on to talk about love: “In what other lives or lands have I known your lips, your hands, your laughter, sweet irreverent…”
And when I fell silent, a sigh went through the room, soft and tender like the sound of angel wings, and they bowed as one.
When I awoke, I was filled with a deep feeling of joy and happiness.
And so I stepped up to one of the ladders, climbed onto the fourth step, and looked down at them their eyes meeting mine, and I began to speak: “I saw you dancing last night on the roof of your house. I felt your hearts longing for the friend…”
And I went on to talk about love: “In what other lives or lands have I known your lips, your hands, your laughter, sweet irreverent…”
And when I fell silent, a sigh went through the room, soft and tender like the sound of angel wings, and they bowed as one.
When I awoke, I was filled with a deep feeling of joy and happiness.
