Better

[Isonomia]

You came to me once again in a dream
We laughed, we touched, we sang, we felt our needs
The visits so often, the visits so rare
The visits when I’m awake are better and can hardly compare



We walked through the forests, we walked through the vale
We laughed at the journey and our hearts merge and set sail
I looked at the ocean and I looked at the clouds
Then one of them started moving and we lifted from the ground

At first you did not see and I guided your sight
“An elephant,” you said and I said “Yes, Your right.”
“Pleased to meet,” the elephant said, soaring beyond the moonlit sun
“Pleased to meet,” says Death, returning from the moonlit sun

On his horse in the clouds he greets us, the Two
His horse touches my right hand and I pass like I knew
You start to offer your left hand and I give him your right
Smelling for the mark, Amy Jo passes without the mark, and survives

Above from the clouds we look down on the field
And see a dog running with sharp teeth and a bell
Hell is his name and his victims beware
Those with the mark are destroyed the New Law proclaims

Death turned to him and their work which is done
“Don’t . . . . . .,” he says to us, and then he carries on
I woke to the thunder and I woke to the rain
I looked at the time and only loneliness brought pain

I thought of my life and I thought of your fun The joy of success and of our interrupted conversation

I listened to your music, I thought of new songs

The lives of the others and the years which are gone The orange roses are wilted, the memory a dove
The distance, the journey, the Two lovers, the love
Awake, you visit, you kiss and whisper “Yes, Dear."
The future will be better, I’ll call and we’ll ...