Echoes

Am I blessed or cursed, or should I be aghast?  
For those veiled voices are from futures passed  
But the dreams are worse for then I'm an invisible man  
And though I can see them there I cannot bridge the span  

In the quiet hours of the moonlight's cataract shimmer  
In a semi-conscious haze I sense the threshold's thinner  
And I want to be there under a rainbow's parhelic circle  
In that elusive paradise where there is nothing hurtful  
 
They are there, I know, where nothing's planned  
But the echoes confound, as time pours like sand  
There's nowhere to cross and every path's a maze  
Along which I might wander until the end of days  
 
Perhaps I can escape in dreams and find a door  
To enter a new world where there is no before  
And when I'm there I'll be heard and seen in focus  
Beyond the reach of time and my own neurosis  
 
I'm lost in my darkest reveries where I know I'm trapped  
But there is no past or present, for in these dreams I'm rapt  
So I'll hush now, for those distant echoes will be here soon  
And perhaps tonight's the night I'll be guided by the moon