THE DREAM

He walked slowly
Along the treeline
Through waist-high...
Grasses and flowers
Growing wild
And forgotten
In a high alpine meadow
He walked alone
But she was with him
She was always with him
Now
He watched himself
He watched them both
From a distance
He watched as he stopped
Bending
Then rising
Something in his hand
He smiled
He knew what he was doing
Grasses and flowers
Growing wild
Forgotten
Collecting
As he walked alone
Through an isolated high alpine meadow
Wild waist-high grasses and flowers
She was always with him now