On The Wings Of A Dream

Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about laying to
rest and then flying,
how the moment at hand is the only
thing we really own.
And I lay in my bed and I wondered, after all has been
said and is done for,
why is it thus we are here and so
soon we are gone?
Is this life just a path to the place that
we all have come from?
Does the heart know the way and if not,
can it ever be found
in a smile or a tear or a prayer
or a sigh or a song?

And if so, then I sing for my father, and in truth, you
must know I would rather
he were here by my side, we could fly on the
wings of a dream.
To a place where the spirit would find us and the joy and
surrender would bind us.
We are one anyway, anyway we are more
than we seem.
There are those who will lead us, protect us
each step of the way.
From beginning to end, for each moment,
forever, each day.
Such a gift has been given, it can
never be taken away.

Though the body in passing must leave us, there is one who
remains to receive us.
There are those in this life who are friends
from our heavenly home.
So I listen to the voices inside me, for I know they
are there just to guide me.
And my faith will proclaim it is so,

To be continued...