Vegas take us
to the Promised Sand.

There, sun dries the minds
And greens money,
Though not for many.

There, you will see Luxury
or listen to an adagio by Lake Bellagio.

There, Venice has a painted sky
and Caesar hasn't ceased to cast dice.

There, things are real
and truth is a Mirage.

And there your anguish drear
will soar into the Stratosfear.

(A lone voice whispers)


In a deep dream
I saw an old wooden bridge


A bridge of green and blue
Filled with yellow flowers and red roses


At the front of a huge crowd of watching blinking eyes


Stood a regal black Dobermann

He seemed quite confident and approached


You may not cross here yet
He spoke
Within my mind


These lands are for those who never forget true love

Us
The companions
Of mankind


This is The Rainbow Bridge
And over those ivy mountains


Are the golden cities
Filled with happy owners and their sidekicks


The brothers and sisters of the Watchers


Who you now see
Before you
Called The Bellagio


A sea of eyes
Filled with love
Who'll follow you


Wherever you go

Waiting patiently
In this rain or snow
For their beloved owners to show


Above you
If you look

Is a mirror
So we can see the other side

To know when their time Too comes

To prepare to be reunited
When our true love
Say their final goodbyes


For true love never dies
Only fluctuates


As one walks
Through a new gate

We are all now at peace
No pain
No anxiety


Just happy to sit and wait for our soulmates


To cross
The Rainbow Bridge


For there is no time
And no such concept of being late


Now go
Astral traveller


And recount our meeting and greetings from me and
The Bellagio


And with a low bark
He turned and walked back into the sea of smiling eyes


Who all blinked in unison
Seemingly smiling
And disappeared


As the dream started to fade


He appeared once more
Briefly
In the trailing smoke


And whispered before I could answer


It is I
Caesar
I have always been waiting for you


And as I woke and wrote
In my dream journal


The beloved memories of Caesar returned


Making me smile
That he was waiting


Now at peace
Amongst his happy brothers and sisters


Beyond The Rainbow Bridge


Patiently and
Regally waiting

Like a much-loved priest
Of The Bellagio

Who can now
Speak

(C)
Copyright John Duffy