The Dream of things to be.


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!

About thebows99krug

Hi, I am Eric, a retired librarian. I was born in St. Michael's Hospital, Toronto and raised in the downtown area north of the Art Gallery, south of the University of Toronto. I went to Orde Street Public School, Harbord C.I., University College at the UofT and the UofT's Faculty of Library and Information Science. I meet my wife Patricia at FLIS; our first date was on November 15, 1968. We were engaged February 14, 1969 and married on June 21, 1969. Our family includes son, James; daughter-in-law, Erin; (both writers), grand-daughters, Vivian and Eleanor; and Sonic, a very friendly ginger tabby. My beloved wife died January 7, 2017 and our 19 year old cat Pooka died January 8, 2017. I would like to hear from any other class of '63 alumni of Harbord C.I. and class of '67 alumni of UofT's University College.
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