The Dream of things to be
December 1968/1969
Revised November 2019.
Eric Bow
Come walk with me,
talk with me
of loneliness,
of dying,
the need for crying.
Believe,
not to argue
or explain.
Can you relate,
communicate,
bring two beings into one?
Walking alone together,
in silent conversation,
only living
with each other,
nothing left to see
but the one
within you and me
We talk of things we shall never see,
of the unborn and the yet to be,
the soul within you and me,
the empty void within
crying to the empty void without.
Our soul is transformed,
changed beyond all change.
Yes, we ask nothing
We have all!
Eric C. Bow 