My dead brother walked with me, in dreamtime. We passed by a hollow tree, in dreamtime: Where thirteen steeples stand, To fall at God’s command; So I would understand, in dreamtime.
An angel spoke to me, in dreamtime. She proclaimed my destiny, in dreamtime: The Ship of Truth to guide, Through religion’s erring tide; For God is on my side, in dreamtime.
Invention is my goal, in dreamtime. Philosophy my role, in dreamtime: The future’s taking hold, My ideas turn to gold; Their mockery runs cold, in dreamtime.