A French Legionnaire

Damn, my dream last night was odd,

Seems I was a French Legionnaire,

And facing I was a firing squad,

When the sounds of gunfire cracked the air.

Then slumped over I looked down upon;

Out of my body floating above.

And yes, it was a firing squad at dawn,

When suddenly I turned into a dove.

And free at last, free as a bird,

I circled high above the strange scene,

Till in my heart a great love was stirred,

And I knew I was somewhere in between.

Yes, in between Heaven and Earth,

I knew a French Legionnaire I’d once been.

Then in my dream I beheld my rebirth,

And back asleep I saw the present scene.

Yes, looking at myself sound asleep,

I hovered a while above the bed,

Until with a sudden leap,

I awoke startled and rubbing my head.

Then I heard a voice whispering low,

And of his message I’d love to share,

But I guess the meaning I’ll never know,

Because in French spoke the Legionnaire.