Dreams and Eternity
My wife had a dream--
we were on a train and
as it pulled into the station,
she grabbed the bags but
I had vanished....
She looked and looked,
went up and down
the long platform anxiously
as waves of strangers moved
past her--her fears rising,
her throat drying as she felt lost,
like a child cast off alone
in the world...abandoned.
She went to where
the proud station master stood,
and then saw me behind him,
looking very tired, worn-out,
perhaps even a little sad ....
I never asked what she thought
the dream might mean, if anything.
But I wondered if it meant that
my life was closing out, that
our long train ride of forty-odd years
was finally pulling into the terminal.
Was it 'just a dream' or a dream rare,
a dream of prophecy, a dream calling,
a dream of eternity...
but isn't every dream eternal,
Existing like a little life, real
and of time and substance?
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