I’ve been following a dream
I didn’t know till now.
I’ve been walking a dream, a path,
That all my life
I thought I knew how.
To catch what is so ethereal,
Is not an easy concept,
I’m sure you know.
So many others before
Have left a path, a dream,
An inspiration, just for me.
Interspersed with my life
They are, still there like the shadows,
But a part of me
And my life
One cannot live without their love
Oh, the love I can feel
My dreams are mine
But the dreams are theirs too.
I live only because they gave me life,
And because they dreamt too.
I live the dream and follow the path,
Of all those who have loved me
And offered me,
Their threads as they departed
My dream belongs to ether, and to all those I love
I am so happy to understand that the path I take
Belongs to me, and
I Am not alone.
Its a path, and a dream, and I don’t need to know
I dreamt before I came to Rome of my father as a brick layer in ancient times. He looked the same, and was a very fast bricklayer, just as he was in the life as my father. He was one of those men who could do any trade, he could just do anything, and now it comes as no surprise.
As I walked the ruins yesterday I could see the walls he showed me in that dream, and they inspired my words today.
I am so glad he showed me, and I almost cried when I saw them. I had no idea that the little bricks I saw would look like that in real life and didn’t know it was Rome in the dream – oh hand on heart moment!
Till we chat again dear friends, ciao from Roma,
lots of love!
xx WendyJoy xx