In the March of Dreams This Way . . . Once More, Never Before

I’m marching in the dream It’s raining heavily and the sky is dark and flashed with electric white Silver shards gleam down from the sky To shatter the still and calm I love so of the rain In the dream I am young as I am now Full of life Strong and full of grace like never before this moment When I dream within dream of you standing there in the sunlight Of the sighing of day light waning beneath the whisper of night cascading Like the dreams of yesteryear come once more to pass this way Dreaming in the dream of another dream born of memories long and old Lost again am I amid the rains pelting my skin briskly, warmly Like your voice in my ear of when we spoke to clutch each other fast To hold one another close within the span of memories Needing to feel alive and whole and with one another For the space between us still of the yawning days and nights falling softly Lingering here and then as we lay spent, smiling, laughing in the echoes of pleasure And I march on; I march on toward the East where I see you standing With your head held high and arms holding out to me A bright smile somehow shyly kept across your beautiful face like a river Fresh from the mountain of days reborn in the fullness of spring And so I dream as I march under the raining sky and shatter spikes of silver gleaming Of when and where I stand before you with a quiet smile of wars fought and won When across these shoulders I carried the sum of world’s worries, Pains and lamentations deep and plenty folded Like the crystal I gazed within your eyes When whisper of meaning deep as the sky unfolded within the stars above us now Did you from across the chasm between And still under the thunder of time and when I hear you so close I dare to reach out and stroke your face with a feather light breath From jaw line to lips so sweet I weep in the pleasure of knowing you deeply But I am marching, still marching and into the East I find myself cast In dream and still more I dream as I dreamed and dreamt never of you before this For never having dared to dream such as you, Could not for never seen such before have I . . . I am marching in the dream Under the raining sky that kisses my body briskly Like the dream of your voice in my ear in the birth of day When wrapped within you I did, was, and will be, I am to be once more For the first I am dreaming and in the dream I am marching Marching under the silver gleaming sky I march