In Search of a Lost Soul

Late last eve I dreamt a dream
of misty rain and steam
A foggy image just out of reach
was walking on a beach

I waved my hand to say hello
who are you I wanted to know
The beach walker just walked away
onward towards the ocean’s spray

I ran with legs of leaden ore
the surf pounding at a roar
Wait, stop, talk to me, I pled
beginning to feel a sense of dread

Rainbow lights danced around and around
shimmering just off of the ground
leaving me breathless and weak
I tried my hardest to speak

Then the image stopped right there
and something happened to the air
the whole world opened unto space
as I stared into my own face