For I Have Not Seen....

...That dream which I dreamt,
Of living before I was born, 
For then we played, and loved, and then.... slept, 
Only to awake as something alive and torn,
Torn in two but what we did, yet didn't know.
So then we lived, dreaming of dying, hoping to live again,
Hoping to see each other,
We danced in the snow,
And laughed in the rain of spring,
We played in the leaves of a summer smothered'
Hoping to see each other while we still lived.