Attendant in my dreams,
Much like the ghost who stumbles through
Eternal gloom, because it seems
Condemned for an eternity
Rote actions to repeat,
So even though you looked at me
Your eyes unseeing did mine meet.
What can it mean, my cherished friend,
So recently departed,
Here at our lengthy friendship’s end—
What message was to me imparted?
That “all is vanity” I know,
As this dream but confirms:
Like travellers we come and go,
Sojourning here the briefest terms.
A caravanserai, this world—
It happened that we met,
And from that chance encounter, whirled
Vast consequences not done yet.