In a dream,
I crossed the line into the divine,
and I found that my mind
could not define
in word nor rhyme
the grace, the place,
the space sublime
in that dream.  

I only recall that
the face that I saw
filled me with awe
in that dream.  

Though I sensed I must leave,
the image perceived
leads me to believe
that some day, in some way
that dream will replay,
and in it I’ll stay.