'twas but a dream

So real was this dream, all my past loses regained. The power of a dream, moving my very soul. And being but a dream, driving home the pain of loses, to once again reflect and grieve upon. To meet my old friend, the pain of these losses, that I got to know all to well, but learned to forget in a time so hard coming. All the misunderstanding now understood, the relief of it, so overdue it was. The four corners times four coming together, forming the perfect cube of understanding . And she said, "so you did truely love me all the while, never forsaking me. And had I known the truth, never would I have left you, but leave I did". "Will you have me back" she ask? "Do you still love me, do you still want me." "My love for you is truer that true, it always has been" said I, "since the day of it's birth, and it has never diminished, but was only lost, some where in time, in a place I thought would never be found". And I said to her, "I feared I had lost you forevermore" And you have come to me with a fear that I could open my arms to you no longer. But come she did just the same, and my arms they opened, and my heart and my soul. And we held and our hearts knew that it was good and it was right, and it was meant to be. And the rains stopped, and the sun shined and the birds joined in song with our hearts. And all the world was once again right. But alas, 'twas just a dream I dreamt, in my wildest dreams, dreaming of us, and my impossible dream. Written October 13th, 1996 © on Oct 13 2001 05:37 AM PST   0 • 10