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I dreamed of you So vividly Before you breathed life here. You came to me with firm belief That you were mine, so dear. When morning came, I lucidly Considered your request, And changed up my life’s plan Right there, Upon your righteousness. Once committed, I prepared To have you in my life, Proceeding forth to welcome you No fear, no doubt, no strife. When you arrived, Beloved! I knew that we’d been right. We salvaged joy, began new worlds, Thanks to that fateful night.
Inspired by Three Word Wednesday… Lucid, Righteous, SalvageSleeping 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!
I’ve got the JOY down in my heart, Long absent. Deep and Real and Ready. It’s the JOY from which springs hope and possibility. Where dreams become reality. The JOY that shouts “Yes, We Can!” From deep within the belly From the highest mountaintop. The JOY that dares to dream of opportunity for all And guarantees a future Brighter, cleaner, clearer than today. It is the JOY that nurtures young souls, Soothes the old And offers the middle-aged something to work for. It is the JOY of American dreams and expectations. Of all that we Can be Should be Hope to be. It is the JOY of better days. The JOY of America. Our America. My America. America. JOY. I look at you in my mind in my room in my life in my dreams
And wonder Luck? Fate? Just Love. Karma? Grace? Yes. Gratitude. |
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