mhauck (12/09/82)
I walked the way of dreams last night Yet I walked with friends I have yet to meet I wandered in a house, old and beautiful Wood, dark and rich abounded there. The stairs, winding around the walls. Below an elevator to go up but one floor. It opened onto the hall below. Open, Open hall, looking out on the house. Outside there was water, to swim in and to enjoy. Troubled water for it was filled with sharks. Another touched the water and the sharks were gone. Calm water, so beautiful, like glass. I could see for miles around the house Rich farm land at harvest time, I ran in the fields, free. Then I awoke, in my own bed, my husband sleeping next to me. And I was content in our apartment With no wood or water around us. Apartment and homes are the fields. It is my real life, and I am free. M.J.Hauck 12/9/82 12:50pm