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.
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