Be
careful of dreams, my love. I speak of light and darkness,
where
hearts scream forever. It seems so glamorous, a semi-
enchantment,
climbing fountains. But what is it, something
quasi-religious,
ever cursed, separated from life? I must perk
up,
my dear beloved, gravid with reality. It’s hard to guard
such
feelings, moved by wars, studying existence. I wish
more
for you, free of cobwebs, streaming through a psyche.
Chant
and be heard, my love; for life is a miracle, filled with
beliefs.
I can’t explain tomorrow, fervid in stature, feeling
motion
distant. I write ever and anon, for love is bruised,
ever
athirst for more love. See a garden, close to heart,
beating
fireworks. Indeed, we stumble, lacking something,
afraid
of gentle kindness. This is error, where adults
function
differently, afraid of love. I dream that days are found,
mingling
with Spirit, nervous for nothing. If not, light a wick,
to
witness wax, melt into orbit.
You’re
waist high in
wisdom,
flying
freely, so freely fly.
