Evelyn Klebert

I was walking in a dream,
one cold and bitter night,
but where I traveled was warm,
just filled with  a quiet light.
By the side of a pond, where serenity lie,
I met a young man
that I could not recognize.
But even I had to admit,
with him was an air of familiarity,
a dignity, a grace,
a humor in his smile,
dimples and of course a most handsome face.
We sat down beside the pond,
where the wild flowers grew high,
and spoke about the simple things
as the time slowly passed by.
The more he spoke and laughed,
again I felt keenly that I should know him,
and when finally I asked him if I did,
his eyes widened somewhat in surprise,
blue, just like the clear sky overhead.
His reply was simple and direct,
“No, but one day you will.”
As I pass now through all the days of my life,
I often think of that dream,
of eyes so crystal blue,
and I wonder of that day ahead
when we might meet again.