She in Chicago had a lucent dream
In a pristine otherworldly park.
Bubbling waterfalls, radiant flowers,
Birds more melodious than on earth.
A sweet heavenly fragrance in the air,
A handsome man, like a soulmate.

He in Florida has the same dream
In the same otherworldly park.
A beautiful woman, like a soulmate.
An intersection of two dreams
Seeming like only dreams to both,
And, alas, they’ll never meet.

Bob Boyd