Presence

Who is the woman that walked through
the bright light, a silhouette coming right toward me?.
Her hair is floating on the wind, am I dreaming again,
where am I, why can't I see her face?.
She never spoke a word, flashes of light...
In a split second I saw myself lying down,
with my head placed on her lap. I had never felt such joy and love while she slowly caressed my hair bringing peace into my heart.
Then I woke up.