Bete Noire, It, Not

My sense of humors mannered an approach, That anyone that so likes can call a friend. It isn’t a dream killer or a snatcher but helps push. It isn’t a dream stealer or a watcher but makes meaning friends. It’s a dream maker and not a breaker. It’s an inspirer and not a bore. It’s a pixel that encompasses and projects. It nurtures dreamers, pets and makes them erect. Look through the mirror, you look, it’s it you’ll see. It’s your spare, yes, that which you just saw. It’s a soul that stays with you every now and then. Wherever you go, whatever you do, whenever you like, Whatever you like or dislike, whatever you eat and drink, No wheres, it’s yet your wears for every night and day. Bete noire, 'tis not. 23/1/2014.