Dream-Dust
All my life
I have been a dreamer.
In the daylight I have listened to the talking of the trees
And watched hopefully, catching at times glimpses
Of unicorns in the wood.
At night my heart has wandered through meadows in bloom with stars
Along a star-filled river
And listened to them sing.
And, listening to the silence
I have heard voices
That no one else can hear.
I have heard the language of the flowers
And the poems of the brook
That sings to itself all day.
I have caught shreds of understanding
And moments in the place
Where the life of an ancient olive tree
And a mayfly
Are equally long
In a way that has nothing to do with time.
I have seen glimpses
Of the song that makes the sunset
And the hand that draws the rainbow in the sky.
I have been a dreamer.
In the daylight I have listened to the talking of the trees
And watched hopefully, catching at times glimpses
Of unicorns in the wood.
At night my heart has wandered through meadows in bloom with stars
Along a star-filled river
And listened to them sing.
And, listening to the silence
I have heard voices
That no one else can hear.
I have heard the language of the flowers
And the poems of the brook
That sings to itself all day.
I have caught shreds of understanding
And moments in the place
Where the life of an ancient olive tree
And a mayfly
Are equally long
In a way that has nothing to do with time.
I have seen glimpses
Of the song that makes the sunset
And the hand that draws the rainbow in the sky.