Dream, I’ve followed you –
Through all the glimmering yesterdays,
Past the forlorn tomorrows and the hooded todays -
I’ve followed you always, a few steps behind.
We’ve had our times under the setting sun,
We’ve drunk deep of the fiery airs of summer
And felt the clinging frost of winter’s pulse –
But now I must away.
Long ago, I never looked back –
I followed the rainbows and sunsets,
Undaunted by the cries behind me –
‘Till once I turned.
I saw bones, and more –
Visions of fires and torment
Tempest-tossed through the sands of fate,
Coursing through my castles and myself.
I turned back and saw you once more,
Yet somehow your bright light lay transparent
And falling leaves lay dead at your sight –
I knew you not.
Dream, what are you?
Did your firefly-eyes deceive me all that time?
Still I follow, though even farther behind –
And now, I’m always looking back.