The mirage

I fell asleep and I had a dream.

I dreamt that an exhausted caravan trailed along the desert,

where I led it. And that a fabulous mirage arose before us.

And that you yourself were this mirage

with lakes for eyes and with orchards for a body.

And that you rushed toward me, and that my desperate comrades

Lay down to die.

I pronounced your name to start that dream from the beginning...

Alas! you never see the same mirage twice.