About My Dreams

In the evefall's sleepy blue skies of gifts of starshine, and in my waking thoughts of day- there's a treasure of hope about my dreams- our old wounds close as we reminisce of a youth no longer with hurt or regret. Where friends and foes, families, stop grinding axes, and start to coexist peacefully, no painful strife in words or deeds, breathing in relief. Where estrangement is extinguished as if a wanton fire in the psyche's deep bitterness, that dissipates with the presence of the Lord's angelic one's comforting. ~