Last night or was it
in this morning's slumber
the girlfriend who broke my heart
fifty-five years ago
came for a visit
an older woman now
with her grandson
she told me she had turned
seventy-five
looking at her I still saw
a radiant being
a goddess if you will
such beaty in her face
her form
her eyes
her visit brought
a sense of deep delight
I told her these past years
have been the happiest
I can remember
thanks to the sweet wife
I find so easy to adore
the one who sees me
sees my every flaw
and loves me still
but she is such a perfectionist!
my former love declared
why do you think that?
I asked but at that point
I lost the thread
something about the visiting grandson
making a mess
and my wife loosing it
over-reacting
when I woke up I told my wife
and we both laughed
the story of my wife's perfectionism
being nothing new to either of us
but the dream meant more to me
than just the laughter
or the words that passed between
us two dream figures
all day I've felt elated and refreshed
as if the glow of adolescent love
were still alive in me
surfacing now
a gift of my old age