More Then Yesterday

The tunnel was deep ... too long and so dark... And my soul cried, looking around in despair. Despite my dreams and my prayers, No light was to be seen... Not even a spark...

With loneliness as my queen And torments as daily bread, The lifeless scenes behind my fear, Day after day, year after year, Made me believe that hope was dead.

Why did this happen?... How did it start? In no time at all, the empire collapsed, And the world turned the other way around, As if a spell on me was cast ...

Not a friendly soul was to be found, When sleep became so rare and prized...

But as the long nights elapsed, I finally realized I was set on a journey on my own To some destination unknown...

Then, I suddenly recalled A dream I had one year before;

I was lying on my side Out there in the cold And I felt a presence beside; An old man, compassionate and calm, Asking me to close my eyes...

I refused, feeling deep inside That if I did, it would be for the last time.

But he softly insisted: "Close your eyes ... don't be afraid" He knew that I knew I was going to die; Stay behind as I beam ahead... To who knows where in space and time... To that thought, a freezing stream Spurred my guts and shot up my spine ...

My eyelids grew heavier as I tried To keep them wide open ... But I held on tight, Until the palm of his hand Ran down my forehead And turned off my light...

You are deep asleep, Dreaming the dawn is near, And you slowly wake-up, but keep Your eyes closed, so you can only hear...

There is a rose blooming under the morning dew And you feel her enduring ... her longing for you Although uncertain and shy... Is it yet too soon To kiss the butterfly Still inside its cocoon?...

Against the clock she raced; Right before the New Year, She just leaned on my face Sweeping away my fear...

As I breathed in pain, My soul cried again: "Please!... Don't let this be another dream!"

Is the night over now? Can I open my eyes? I just want to go out and bathe in the sunrise, Cleansing my heart of sorrow...

If you loved me today A lot more than yesterday... Will it be less than tomorrow? ...

Roger Yazbeck Montreal, January 21, 1998