EARS TO HEAR
The Elephant is my Father
I dreamt of him at an early age
When Tarzan Goes to India was filmed on location
The Ancient ruins were used to amaze!
The same day I went on an elephant ride
In a little shopping center in East LA
Coming home, I watched TV,
The black and white Johnny Weismueller was on the
swinging vines
And in my dreams that night
I awoke outside the ruins
Met two little children who came to shake my hand
And led me through the maze
I saw the elephant,
Legs crossed,
Sitting on a throne
He spoke to me in my own mind, as clearly as a song,
Of times to come
Back there in old LA
And I begged him to let me stay!
I knew, when I returned home,
I'd forget all that he'd said
He agreed it was probably true
But that I could not stay
There were things for me to do
So I begged again "Please, at least,
Grant I don't forget this Dream!"
And to that he would agree
And, returning the secret way through the ancient
ruins,
With my two angelic friends,
Again we shook hands and said our fond farewells
I awoke and it was morning
And I was home again!
But, 45 years later,
I still recall the dream
The meaning may elude me
The words he said I have no clue
Or perhaps it's clear:
The elephant is my father
And he will always be near
No matter how far away
In time and distance I may stray
I'll write this poem
For those to come
Remember your true home
And, asleep or waking,
Always know:
Dreams can lead you to Heaven's OM!
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