I had another dream last night
But this dream was different
I was floating in a jade like palace
That had no fear of eternity
Yet there was a voice that echoed
Throughout the halls of this paradox of a universe
That which was one with all conscious
That streamed in the everlasting life blood
As an overflowing aether
Encrusted with the souls of man
I was not afraid
Rather, I was completely entranced
With this sight
Then that voice that echoed spoke
And asked if I was happy
I did not respond to the rhetorical question
For I knew it knew how and what I felt
At that time I understood something that had no words
This heaven then pushed me out
And I awoke once again.
Weary is this soul…
For though I have a young shell
I have existed for eons
Even though I can not remember
It’s just something that I know
For nightly I walk in a gallery of dreams
That has been painted with my memories.
~ Tony Paradise’s Poet ~
