Eileen

Eileen: (A Dream That's Not What It Seems) I met Eileen inside a dream Chasing me down a mountain - Immeasurably old and made of gold Pouring forth like water from fountains. Her beauty was rare as angel’s hair Visible to sentient beings – She spoke not a word and yet I heard Her whisper, “I know what you’re seeing.” She followed me ‘round and all the way down That mountainous, slippery slope – Inside of me, all around me Giving courage, strength and hope. That the fall I was feeling, spinning and reeling And lucid as the day is long – Would pass in a flash straight into the past And the future in one sweet song. She told me my names and all of the games I’ve played since my inception – Back in the times when love was divine And darkness was pure perfection. We crossed a river wide and deep In a valley far below – Where cities, towns and people appeared Many of whom I’ve known. I saw their struggles, pains and troubles Laughed and cried their tears – Living again as family and friends In other times and years. She took me north, east, south and west By way of an ocean breeze – By ship and train, by horse and plane Where I’ve never felt so free. In time and space where there’s a place We rendezvous in travels – Between this world we’re living in And others yet unraveled. Until she placed my head upon her heart While cradled in fetal position – Resting well deep in her spell Until this world became my vision.