sometimes i almost dream

Sometimes I almost dream.

A dream itself not so complete,
but scattered remains that light the way ahead.
In empty hollow places,
where blustery winds in rage once met.

One time I almost died.

And in that night a prayer went up so high, so eager…
that life itself let in by death,
was shown to me without contempt.

Sometimes I can almost walk.

And just like you, I too have spent my life in the traveler’s way.
In roads not filled with dreams,
but felt with tears and blood that form the road ahead.

Smile again once more per chance I will,
that dreams themselves will come again.
And in that night I will remain, at last, complete.

Sometimes I almost dream.

Frank 16.41
(based on c. carter’s memento mori)