Another Life

                    Another Life

      For days now I've been dreaming..
            four separate days and nights
      Strange for me to dream like this
            you'd think I'd have it right
      The dream never changes
            it's been the same each time
      Starting with the glow from the fire
            to the way your lips meet mine

      Opening vision is this wall...
            A large wall that's made of stone
      located dead in the center
            a raging fire,  nearby I sit, alone
       I'm dressed in a long white gown
            and there's candles everywhere
      In my hands I hold a paper
            in my eyes, just a blank stare

      There's music playing somewhere
            'least I think that's what I hear
      There's a definite rhythm beating
            not just  me, it's everywhere
       Then this knock sounds out loudly
            startling me right to the core
      This chill runs down my body
            as you walk in through the door

      Now this part seems quite silly..
            before me you stand in frills  
      You speak to me in tongues of old
            in your hand, a writing quill
      'Neath your arm you carry a journal
            there's a sword strapped to your side
      Though I know not what you're saying
            unmistakable, the look in your eyes

      Then suddenly, this aroma...
            a cross between fruit and spice
      To me it's vaguely familiar
            exciting, both fire and ice
      You hand to me this goblet
            and you stare into my eyes
      As you encourage me to drink
            your face  wet with tears you cried

     You take my face into your hands
            your eyes see to my soul
      With our lips nearly touching
            you whisper soft and low
      But try as I may I can't hear you
            or somehow I  don't understand
      You smile at me with those green eyes
            and point to the page in my hand

      As my eyes focus upon it...
            the paper comes to life
      There within these same four walls
            stood us in another life
      Your arms were wrapped around me
            your lips were pressed to mine
      Our bodies were joined together
            but another place, in time

      As I look up from the paper..
            suddenly I feel a chill
      As I slowly look around me
            I see a bird, upon the sill
      As he flies off, a breeze is blowing
            the page is taken from my hand
      It flutters into the fire
            and there I am......alone again.