The Life of Dreams

I hear as though carried on the wind
Faint yet haunting sounds
That speak to me of some distant birth
I remember not
Save in feelings  
Which play upon my heart
And pull the strings homeward bound
 
For a man's traveled but lost  
Until he finds
All that came to pass  
Was so  
He might come to be
 
Rolling hills and green
Mountains lofty peaks
And waters sparkling  
'neath morning sun
Tell me not that the land doesn't speak
But rather
Breaths life in the soul of man
For what man can fail but hear  
In the patter of rain
The footsteps which led him here
 
Yet sadly world moves  
By different reasons than these
And sunder soul from moor
Adrift
Oh that I could sweep ash of day
With wind away
Away cross star ladened sea
And desperate now in my waking
Where are they  
My now lost and silent dreams
 
There is something to a woman
A curious flame
Has love never touched the soul of a man  
In even its most distant measure
As the vista of some earthly Eden
And spoken
Revealing its deepest treasure
 
Speak to me, Love
Heart who knows
For I have upon those well worn stones
Where at whose altar vows were vowed
(Though but scattered stones
Along life's trail
For nature is my cathedral)
Remember still
The call of love's sweet promise
 
I dream of thee, Love
Bewitched
Where do dreams end and you begin
Sometimes perchance to dream is to awaken
Or ne’er to awaken again  
If love's true
For some spells hold such power