The Dream Weaver
I told you long ago we would meet again
How are you, after a lifetime
Of following false prophets?
Praying to Gods made of clay
Did you receive all you asked for?
Did I not weave your dreams
with steps for you to follow
whereby you would avoid many pitfalls.
I allowed the memory of your night vision
To remain come morning
Yet you wave them away as a fantasy
Night stuff, I heard you call it
Coincidence is brushed aside, misunderstood
Your life was meant to be the stuff of dreams
Yet here you are after fourscore and ten
Before me once more
Are you ready to start again with
the extra guidance I have spoken of?
Will you listen when you hear
strange whispers in the wind?
Will you follow where I lead
and live the life you prayed for?