in the dream I saw a lake –
quite small and round.
It was surrounded by fir trees –
And each tree had garlands
hanging from their branches
and the garlands were made of
I was told not to question
the beauty that confronted me
So I stood staring at the scene
and asked no one anything like:
“How can this be?”
But I can tell you that in my sleep
I saw what I saw
and when I awakened I wondered.