Let me tell you of those things once dreamed,
In that timeless place when the world was born,
Before memories became something to remember,
When fantasies were just a footfall away.

Gliding in the company of silent winds,
There could be seen a wild eagle.
It was the traveller of this new realm,
Descrying all the parts of the whole.
If you raced along below its path,
All its journeys to you would it reveal,
Bringing each into the fold of unity.

Along a dusty path too seldom tread,
There lay an ivy-covered house of stone.
Beneath its roof dwelled a woman of a thousand years,
Whose face reflected Nature’s infinite passions.
All else would vanish behind her gleeful grins,
And if you were lucky she would invite you in.
You could have your fill of figs and honey,
As she spoke of things still yet to come.

A craggy canyon sharply stretched,
Its tunnels winding through the earth.
You might perch above and view its depths,
And see reflected there your coloured life,
Laid out upon that wide expanse,
Reminding you of all you were.

Covering a lost strip of sandy beach,
Rested the traces of a young orphan boy.
He would skip along the shore each day,
Racing against the tide to catch its bounty.
Should you approach and ask in furtive tone,
Those jewels of the deep he might display,
Which bridge the gaps of your desire.

Beginning at a snow-capped mountain top,
A sparkling stream slithered its way down.
You could stop and dip your hands into its flow,
And feel the icy chill work itself into your bones.
But the coolness of that embrace would spark a flame,
That engulfed your every sense in dancing fire,
Until all life coursed through your being.

Set atop a piece of warm black slate,
A salamander reclined in the morning sun.
Its quiet repose would subtly alter,
For each new person passing by.
When you offered it your company,
Its tongue would flick in rapid grace,
As it sang of all the things you wished.

Anchored to a shelf of faithful rock,
Was the looming spire of a house of light.
Its guiding beacon would always find,
All those souls who sought its warm relief.
It wouldn’t matter to where you had gone,
For all you needed was to search the sky,
And you would always know your way home.

Remember all these things shown here,
With their multitude of scenes unheard,
For all those things once dreamed live on,
In the magic cries of our coupled hearts.