I had occasion recently to remember a moment at a distance of many years, and so this poem.
A Long Ago Dream
I had a long ago dream
that we two were face to face,
and lip to lip, and palm to palm,
through a vast pane of glass
that made us separate,
and that to live was to walk,
our hands pressed and untouching,
hoping always for the place
where the glass would find its end.