Final Destination Poem by James McLain

Before there was,
What is today the past was not
The future is.
Tomorow formed from former
Dreams,
In sleep most have forgot.

The rift in space and time not seen
Not yet,
Around beneath my head.
I lived and breathed before you were
And self aware.

Yet when I slept, I dreamt of you and
Where we met before.
To go and be as once again to dream
That dream no more.

The mist the dawn has changed the night's
We're warm,
The day's were long and they were cold.
Your final destination,
Is the place you were before in dreams
I'm certain this you know.



Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2018