Holy Land Dream

Ancient stone and mortar, walls crumbling with careless time, the sun in the sky somehow looks older here, and the moon, seemingly always full, shines brighter. I can feel an energy like sweet incense, easing my soul. I close my eyes and feel his touch, I feel his oils drip and slide down the side of my face, mixed with sweat and tears of joy, I am anointed. All my troubles abate, I am free, I have, at last truly reached The Holy Land. Alas, all too soon I am awakened, By very real street noise. I am in the same bed I rise from Every day, I see the same old drab walls, and hear the same old rattling radiator, nothing has changed except the hole within me has been filled.