LONG AGO… TODAY

Somewhere
within a dream
there is a bird that remembers
(drumbeat)me.

… and within the bird
I found a dream
of a man
face painted, and gone to war
(drumbeat)never to return.

I remember him
as I dream away my life
(drumbeat)in old age.

He watches me as I sleep
reminds me
when I weep
(drumbeat)of why he chose to stay.

… And why we shall be
together again
… once again and forever
(drumbeat)when I die…

My youth and I!