Poetry, like dreams, stem from some truth –
a feeling, a thought, a perspective, an experience.
I cannot tell if my dream stemmed from a poem,
or if this poem stemmed from a dream.
But it bloomed…and I hope your being
blooms, too.
Love, T
*****
I had the most beautiful dream
the other night.
It was a dream that stemmed from,
and exuberated, LOVE.
And I mean LOVE.
Pure and true.
And real! So very real!
The love of my life
was in my dream
and he was happy.
I mean HAPPY.
His smile, warm and contagious,
lighting up his face in a way
I always wanted to remember him by.
He was healthy too.
Healthy and happy.
Is there a better combination of state,
to have one BE,
in life?
I don’t know if there is
anything much better than that.
Truly.
It was a sight to see…
He was the way you would wish
someone you love
TO BE, but really,
to feel.
He was always beautiful,
to me,
but in this dream,
he was shinning.
Bright.
It felt amazing
to see him in that
light.
And it wasn’t just he
who was in my dream,
although he stood out
from the rest.
It was a home,
full of happy people.
My home.
My family.
Exhilarating.
It was an exhilarating dream.
It lifted me to a high that spilled
over into my
reality.
Not because it gave me hope
that my love and I will
BE,
one day.
But because my love
was healthy and happy.
I couldn’t wish him
anything other than
health and happiness…
I hope my dream
turns into his reality,
into YOUR reality,
into YOUR love’s reality…
health and happiness,
from my dream,
to your being.
Live.
Love.
Learn.
Grow.
Let go.
Fly.