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. ~
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