Dream

It is so, you almost never appear in the landscape of not one's obscure, violent or pleasure-seeking dreams. Not any. In such's stead, you bless one's awakened passage of life with your presence.

That, one can only be most grateful for. It is you whom one extends out it's hand to.

Such dreams are unnecessary to one such as this. The only dream this soul yearns for is you.

Oh my darling . . .