Marcus - A Summer's Dream |
Thursday, February 24, 1927 |
As I lay asleep at midnight, A thought came stealing over me: A shadow of a great disaster, The passing of my Love at sea. I heard the chimes of Angelus, It sounded sad but ringing clear; I had a glimpse of dear heaven, For my Love was a-going there. The ship was lost in the ocean, As the storm had raged and past; Every soul was clothed in sadness, But my Love was firm to the last. I stretched my arms out to rescue, But my Love was already gone: A burning light stopped my vision, It was like shining glare at morn There were Angels in the Heavens, And sunny flowers strewn around; The singing of Royal Cherubs Had a pleasing Heavenly sound. I can almost see how clearly, There is a passage made above; The angels are a-welcoming The spirit of my dearest Love. I am left with my dreams, alone, In a cold world of sin and care, For my Love is gone forever, With happy Angels, bliss to share. I tried to enter into Heaven, But the gates were closed to me; The Guardian of my destiny Had not then set my spirit free. I struggled still with the vision, For it was a-torturing me; My Love was taken to Heaven, And the sweet face I could not see. At last I came to my senses, I found it was a summer's dream; My Love was still right beside me, A creature perfect as could seem. |
RastafarI |
Haile Selassie I |