A long-forgotten tune
Was it in a dream
that I heard it
last?
A face of a stranger
Why does it seem
so familiar, so dear
to me
now?
Who was I before we met -
I cannot recall
I am afraid to contemplate the reality
that confronts me
full force
I am afraid to accept the reality
of reality
I felt it coming
The overpowering scent
carried
from the days of tomorrow
by the omnipotent wind of intuition
Enveloped in and drowned
by feelings that I cannot comprehend
I think we have met before
in a dream from my childhood
in that faraway land