The Fifty Seventh Dream Of The Waiting Prince

Now this morning my Lord spoke to me of his dream of the night before. And he said to me, “My dear scribe, last night as I slept, I dreamt. And I stood beside a well, and turned the handle of the crank, so as to raise the bucket from below. And as I turned the handle, I felt behind me the breath of another upon my neck. And as I turned the handle, I felt the touch of their fingers upon the fabric of my shirt. And as I turned the handle, I felt the caress of their tongue upon the lobe of my ear. And as I turned the handle, I heard the whispering of temptation at the edges of my mind. And as I turned the handle, I felt the sting of tears at the corner of my eyes. And as I turned the handle, I felt the sobbing of my cries in the very fibre of my heart. But still I turned the handle, and I turn it still even now, though long since did I wake.”