Born Before

He looked as his hand, and the many lines on his palm.

And pondered, with an air of ease and calm.

Had he in fact lived before, in another time.

To most who heard the theory, thought it sublime.

But he could not deny, what he held inside.

And the realities of a feeling, which he masked on the outside.

Who could he share this with, this feeling so strong.

And a deep rooted need for a sense to belong.

Hearing a song, deep inside his head.

He moves, and with this motion rocks his bed.

It breaks the concentration, just for a moment.

Then back to the thoughts, for yet his dreams are not spent.

In deep meditation, his mind begins to digress.

As though on a pathway, hard to express.

There are flowers and hedgerows at the end of the course.

The picture comes easy, no need to force.

He sees her standing, smelling a rose so sweet.

All the young men are contented, sitting at her feet.

They seem entranced, by this maiden so fair.

In her pink silken dress, she appears not to care.

She spots him standing, looking at her in admiration.

She beacons him forward, without trepidation.

He feels with this women, that there is some kind of relation.

But his mind searches hard, in deepest frustration.

He walks towards her, she does look familiar.

He knows that there is something, that they both share.

What it is he is not quite sure.

She has an air about her, that really is quite pure.

Then all of a sudden it comes to mind.

Why didn’t he see it before, was he really been that blind.

It is his grandmother who died tragically, before he was born.

Then day turned to night and all were gone.

He awoke with a startle, and rubbed his eyes.

And all became clear, and his mind was reposed.

With a revelation he now realized.

That he had been born before, as his trance had exposed