Life in a dream...

I travelled on
along the road
and crossed the stream
so many times...
meandering on
through fields of limes,
to meet the mighty mystic toad...

who looked on me
with mournful mode,
as though I'd done so many crimes,
or crawled from river's deepest slimes...

But all at once a cloud was formed,
which spread about him like a shroud,
so all his figure was adorned...
 a worthy king ,
not vain
or proud...
whose image in me my mind mourned
as fading from me
in the cloud...