In the first dream, she found his traces.
But the message come back to her said wait a year.
And she was much aggrieved.
In the second dream, she came upon him in a nondescript setting doing his thing.
“Who is that?” she asked of one of the cafe’s participants.
“Don’t you know?” answered a relaxed fellow, now including her as an insider.
And she was then certain that her love had walked behind a curtain into a hall.
And her hand trembled just a little as she reached out to part the cloth and reveal its contents.
He didn’t look like a presupposition of any type except for his height.
Because she still did not know what he looked like.
But the elements were there…
So she took his hand, ready to bridge into mutual guidance.
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