(several nights ago I had this dream…)
.
She heard his voice
calling her name
again and again
till she opened the shutters
and looked all around.
From afar he shouted,
You must climb the hill
and come through my door.
.
Oh no – not now!
she called back to him,
I’ve no comb in my hair,
no blush on my cheeks,
no proper dress.
.
Just come to me,
he called again,
I have no care for appearances.
Just climb the hill
and come to me.
.
In protest she went to him,
climbed the hill
and came through his door
but bowed her head
that he’d not see
she had no comb
to hold her hair,
no blush on her cheeks
nor proper dress.
.
He stood beside a wooden table
where a single candle burned
and in his hand was a golden coin
which he spun on edge
faster and faster
till it was a blur.
.
What do you see?
he asked her then.
She gazed into the spinning coin,
I only see the inner core –
I only see its essence.
.
She raised her face
and no longer cared
that she had no comb
to hold her hair,
no blush on her cheeks
nor proper dress.
.
He reached out his arms
and pulled her close
and in their embrace she was home.
.
What always was
need never begin,
only love is real
the rest is just spin.
.
© 2013 Betty Hayes Albright
Seasonings 
So sweet!:)
-Jennifer
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Thank you, Jennifer!
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Oh…this is just so beautiful….now we all know how to say what we feel about someone else.
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Charlie, thank you – I’m glad you liked it!
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Yes the rest is just spin is it not … At least in dreams we see it …
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Yes, at least in dreams. The spin is so distracting – can’t see the forest for the trees (to mix metaphors. 🙂 )
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Oh WOW, Betty–I got hooked immediately, but you probably already figured that! “Only love is real, the rest is just spin”–how wonderfully true that is.
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Caddo, thank you! I had a feeling you might like this one.
(The dream was so real – I can still see that spinning coin.)
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It’s a powerful image–I’ve occasionally seen it used well in films, so I imagine the dream would stick with you awhile, maybe forever.
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Oh, very beautiful, Betty, and what a vivid dream this was…did you write it down in the middle of the night or did you remember it in the morning? Just curious, as I usually write things down if they come to mind, otherwise, I’ll forget. This was worth remembering!
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Lauren, thank you!
I didn’t write the dream down until two days later – it was one of those rare ones that stay with you forever. (Most dreams fade quickly – but this one is still “alive”.)
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Wow Betty! This is gorgeous.
And the last stanza grabbed me so tight! Wonderful!
Love and hugs
Xxx
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Thank you, Christine! I always appreciate your enthusiastic comments. 🙂
Hugs back to you!
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fantastic. true in any sense.
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Ah to have such lucid dreams!
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This is me again and I wouldn’t even need the last stanza.
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