Last night, while I slept
A soft gentle breeze entered my window.
It embraced my soul and spirited it
Far, far away to the banks of the Gihon,
And into the presence of a woman
Whose smile brought such joy to my soul
That it fairly reeled in drunken delight.
The dream was brief
Lasting but fleeting moments.
When first I drifted off to sleep
The moon was level
With the top of the walnut.
When I awoke,
It had not moved.
One instance, one brief moment
Was enough to carry me back
Through the interminable eons
That have separated me from
The woman with the timeless smile.