As one night I lay dreaming
my thoughts took strange flight
back through eons of time
into dark mists of night….

The night-breeze blew warm
beneath black, desert skies….
And I stood gazing down
into dark, sultry eyes….
I was a young pharaoh
and she a queen
whose face I had
at some other time seen….
Words strangely familiar
I wanted to say,
but, like a phantom,
her vision soon faded away….

But my dreams wouldn’t be still;
they had to fly on
to another time
in days bygone…

Legions of Romans with
flashing swords
standing off waves of
savage hordes.
And I was a dying
legionnaire
with fading thoughts
of a maiden fair…
The same strange feelings
flooded my heart.
She was from a world
of which I was a part

But my dreams
wouldn’t dwell
in a particular time
Again they flew on
without reason or rhyme…
I became a knight
on a pale white steed
engaged upon a noble deed
to rescue a maid for whom
my love was so strong
it was sung through the land
In troubadour’s song.
I urged my steed onward
shouting, “Once she was mine -
and will be again through
far reaches of time…..”

Then I awoke in the present,
feeling somewhat dismayed
with the feeling I still was
in those bygone days….
But the truth was revealed:
Though it seemed odd, it’s true….
Throughout all the ages
that dream girl was

you……