The Soul to Find

I dreamed a dream within a dream

And could not tell, if truth be told

Who was the dreamer of the dream

And truly, if I dreamt at all.

This living in another world

No fabrication of the mind

Could possibly convey the truth

Of things I saw and words I spoke

And those I met who were of this world.

More than forty years have passed

And still I feel the hand of God

And hear a voice known long before

This present birth, this time-hewn form.

I found my sempiternal home

Beyond the corridors of space,

Here on earth where flowers grow

And children laugh and men are kind,

Where beauty walks on thornless paths,

A parallel universe.

From the dream that is our life

We shall awake, the soul to find.