At times, I almost dream.

I, too, have spent a life the sages' way and tread once more
familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance
an age ago... and in that act, a prayer for one more chance
went up so earnest, so... instinct with better light let in by death
that life was blotted out not so completely... but scattered
wrecks enough of it to remain dim memories... as now... when
seems once more... the goal in sight again.