In my dream she appeared in a velvet blue dress

Long legs, short hair, pretty shape, I must confess

She said: “Take Indra’s gift it’s made for you

Don’t miss the chance of becoming true ”

From her hands I took the rosary with courage and awe

Golden and Ruby pearls sparkled in a shiny row

I placed the rosary around my neck

The earth trembled the power spread

Blissful lightning bolts danced without end

But seduced by pride I forgot my new friend

Oblivious of blessing I fell back to my normal dream

Wasted lives passed on a shrouded screen

Broken there lay the pearls on wet meadow ground

A hundred precious sparkles were scattered around

I kneeled on the earth, combing hay for the lost pearls

The last was not found in a dream of despair

Awakening to the milky light of a gray boring day

I cried for a lost pearl so many years away

One day, I felt, the last pearl will be found.

Only God knows if I’ll still be around.

© Franz L. Kessler 2004

P.S Indra is the chief of  the vedic (old-Indian) Gods . He masters lightning and rainstorms.