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(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

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