Of Dreams Known Vision

Before the vision parts ,

before this place . . . I leave ,

through the gateway of this world ,

my coming , watched .

First . . . before the vision passes ,

whispered a word that sounded like death ,

an ending only of wisdoms telling ,

to know ,

to understand .

Asked nor to deem the irrevocable past as wholly wasted ,

. . . wholly vain .

To stand again after falling ,

to something nobler to attain .

A symbol painted ,

given to the heart ,

of many moons ,

of seasons of time changing and growth renewed ,

many winters of time .

A journey seen ,

asking what the future cannot show me ,

of visions known called again ,

to the world of sense and reason ,

of earthly wants and aspirations ,

connects one world to the other . . . calling .
A bridge of still stars as though to step upon them ,

the path from that world ,

into the silent body , that lays there .