The Dream

I dreamed I saw a fountain as pure as refined gold.

Splaying gleams of light, watery tresses unfold,

Like a story book of old 'bout unrequited love

Wrought to humankind through a Spirit-like dove.

A tree within that garden with fruit unmatched by ours,

Bidding multitudes to feast beneath its laden bowers,

And vision of you seated near made my heart elate,

To think that I could know you there beyond the ruby gate!

To partake of holy visions, and enjoy the noble fruit,

And dwell where founts replenish, will be MY one pursuit.