WHEN MY SOUL DREAMS

I saw myself before my days
Through a misty, yellow haze
And from there I looked back at me
Wondering what I could see
From where I stood, my point of view
And thus his dream -- his life -- came true.

And then I saw after its done,
When all my days in time had run,
There stands the same self as before
Only now there's something more To him and me or so it seems
And so it goes when my soul dreams

~August 2, 1991