Sleeping Vision.
Dream.
I dream in concentrated, saturated technicolor.
Intense.
You are always there.
Partner, lover, teacher, friend.
I wonder
How many dreams
Lucidly reflect
The lives we have lived, will live, do live,
Together?
Is that what makes the colors so
Rich?
Deep?
True?
Are they the media, progeny, outcome or result
Of deep and abiding love?
There you go…
My dreams are made of love.
I knew it!
