“I had a dream,” I told them.
“What does it mean?” I asked them.
“I see a room,” I told them.
“And what is this?” I asked them.
“From across the room,” I told them.
“What was that place?” I asked them.
I shall seek it out,” I told them.
You may search and find your spirit,
“Going to, I know not where.
On a bright shining, silver bird,
Soaring high upon the air.”
“The mists that fill my head?”
“Reach down beyond the dream, my friend,”
The whispering voices said.
“Humming loudly, full of sound.”
A dozen conversations;
I sat and looked around.
“These feelings, please arrest.”
Strange, this butterfly wing,
That beats upon my breast.
“A hand reached out to me.
And led me through the darkness,
To a land I could not see.”
For nothing mattered there,
But the pleasures of the moment,
And the music in the air.
I shall cross the seven seas.
The whispering voices spoke, I think,
Almost lost upon the breeze.
But this land you seek, no never.
For like a dream, you shall awake,
And the moment gone forever.