Good End In The Beginning

Good end in the beginning from here to there Everything comes in before showing That meaning of the day and evening going It starts to come up to show it’s somewhere Like we in truth are sometimes dreams Finding our inner self in daily tides That in each corner of our thinking hides For nothing's so much as it actually seems You are making pictures dream clear and true In the way that you feel it’s going to be Sometimes it’s a reverie of dual new With what in those brush strokes you really see Is there a promised land behind dreams tall? Or are there just limits for one and all