At times I almost dream

I too have spent a life the Sages way

And tread once more familiar paths

Perchance I've perished in an arrogant self-reliance an age ago

And in that act of prayer for one more chance went up so earnest

So...

Instinct with better light let in by death

That life was blotted out not so completely

But scattered wrecks enough of it to remain dim memories

As now one seems

Once more the goal in sight again.