Dreams carry me across
  a mysterious land

Where the voice of my fathers
  so gently commands

It echoes now softly,
  in words only sung

A joyous recital,
  rewoven and spun

I never can stay there,
  I’ve begged till I weep

And with barely a whisper,
  I’m roused from my sleep

But when darkness befalls
  on my world once again

A new dream will come calling
  —to guide me within

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2016)