I had a dream, which did not seem a dream, more like a vague reminiscence. Beyond the shadows of the darkened room stood the man of my dream. I knew him. He had charmed me once, long ago. Half awake, with perishing memories, I strain to see his face, to find a clue in his expression to the enigma of past happiness. But the visage is elusive and the figure is foggy. He cannot give shape to my reminiscence nor can he re-ignite that spark of love yearning to fulfill itself. The enigmatic truth perhaps, is in the yearning itself.