When I awoke, in the deep summer
Night, my wife was dreaming.
Her dream was wonderful, (if a bit
Evanescent for my taste.)

Nevertheless I stole her dream,
Since my own had been about a
Tundra in Siberia and never ending
Frost in a landscape of night.

I walked in the park of her dream,
A place of scented air and rainbow
Flowers. Picked a morning rose and
When it bloomed my beloved smiled.