A Dream

In the blissful drizzle, through the distant fog, slender waisted, with her wet pink skirt clinging to her thighs, she descends swiftly down the steep hill……

The soft jingling of her silver anklet, as bright as a song is audible as she slows down the pace of her tender feet….

She stops, ties her golden hair to a red ribbon and bends to quench her thirst…..

In the clear gurgling water of the small fountain I see her face…

Fair and beautiful….

And yes, I saw her previously also… In my dream, that was too sweet to remember….