Just a Dream?

[carm]

Today I worked diligently on cutting corners in an effort to shape my time more wisely. At the juncture of the first corner I stumbled upon an hourglass. It consisted of two glass chambers placed one above the other connected by a narrow tube. The top chamber was filled with a fine glitzy powdered marble that seemed to flow magnificently into the lower chamber. While peering in, I noticed that as the fine powdered marble hit the base of the hourglass it erupted into a dizzying frenzy of tiny question marks which slowly and quite magically disappeared into thin air. I was bemused. What was going on here?

As the last few grains of powdered marble glided through the tube I brought the hourglass closer to my field of vision. I was anxious to see what would become of them. Suddenly, without any warning the hourglass escaped my hold and went crashing to the floor. A cumulous cloud of smoke began to form. And then, quite unexpectedly, a lovely dove appeared. It was as though it had been held hostage, locked in time, but was now free to fly, to make its grand escape. Precisely at that same time, silence enveloped me and a distant voice approached, very faintly rising and falling in the air. Ever so swiftly I was pulled into a trance. Enshrouded in song, I clung to its embrace. Welcome, welcome, cried the voice. I'd love to have you as my guest. Please, come in. And he began…

The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.

Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.

I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.

Ring the bells that still can ring ...

You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.

It was as though it had all been a dream, cornered there within those few seconds of time. I never thought I could feel so free! Was it all just a dream?