DREAM SEQUENCE

I dreamed I wakened in the night
and all my room was filled with light.
An angel stood with flaming sword;
he looked at me and sang his Word.

We stood before a temple door--
it opened wide, he walked before.
Ten lights blazed in a spiral dance;
he sang his Word, I stood in trance.

From nothing I spring, a fountain,
whirling in wisdom, a mountain.
I am the dark sea of sorrow,
I am the veil of tomorrow.
From Mercy’s seat I make decree,
in strength I guard all that I see.
My heart walks in beauty and truth,
my love lives in old age and youth.
My thoughts become swords in the light.
Not every dream lives in the night;
I crawl through the tunnel to birth,
I’m heavy with fruit of the earth.

The angel sang his Word again
and I become as mortal men.
He said, “the light you did not see
is fruit that’s banished from the Tree.”

But then I woke, and then I knew
that only half what’s shown is true--
from knowledge you behold the Tree,
all else is veiled in mystery.

I do not tell my dream by day;
I know what all the people say.
But now I’ve told my dream to you--
tonight you’ll know if it was true.

Nema