The sparrow herself finds a home.
And the swallow a nest for her brood.
For wisdom where can we find a tome.
Are we really all that shrewd.

The dream was clear, the sky blue, the sun out.
I wanted to go down to the sea.
It was not possible, I was working, it was ruled out.
It was only these narrow walls that I could see.

And later in the night in my dream.
I saw my soul separate and free.
Flying out, liberated it would seem.
And now in my mind’s eye I really was physically by that sea.

I seemed to know that my soul was not a figment of my imagination.
It was actual, real and not just a mental foil for irritation.