I dreamt of the day
When the mind's first smell
Would be sweet roses
A fragrance long forgotten.
I dreamt of the day
When mind's first sound
Would be sweet harps strumming
From the soul's inner core
I dreamt of the day
When mind's first taste
Would be the perfumed sliver of knowledge
Flowing from the fountain of wisdom.
I dreamt of the day
When love's sweet blessing
Would touch the hearts and minds of all
And we would be one.
I hoped for the day
When I would stop dreaming
And make all these wondrous dreams
Come true.