Upon another lifetime One before the flood The light turned around the floating stairs A lamp shimmered in the dim dungeon The creature had lost it's warmth If a prayer was said or heard The silence would be cold Some see light in the heart of violence We saw it's face again Until now, it was always buried in the hail Life had washed away Tolling bells and daffodils in the collonade His paper-thin fingers wavered in the air As the fire went before his eyes Some say he will give us chances someday Now the truncheon thing died Lords and priests were assured The wilderness wasn't what I had heard Some days I think pensively and sulk I cannot make amends for any love lost in time Affection felt between us Faded away As memory mixed desire and pain A breeze in a small village I saw her hair full of maize That peasant love from an easy place A simple girl with promises and a gilded face I still remember the girl Of the north country The grass was greener on the otherside
The style of thoughts widely summarised in today's poetry can be found in a picture-like series of dreams.