In Dreams
In dreams we know
Where we want to go.
Before the eleventh hour
The moment arrives
For reflections on mortality
Don’t pine for the penthouse
The sun-burnt concrete villa
Andits ice-blue swimming pool
A call from the heart will say
It’s the hour
To go home
Home to a perfect peace
Where fragrant flowers blossom
In the garden of myth
Loved since the beginning of time
By those before me
And those behind me
And those beyond me
In dreams we know
Where we want to go
Strolling on paths
Made lovely with birdsong
Blessed by the brush of a leaf
Kissed by the touch of clear water
At peace in the olive groves
At rest in orchards of plenty
That deep delicious memory
The Garden of Eden
In dreams we know
Where we want to go