amid the scattered pages of
a life yet fully lived
please realize that
'You Are My Dream's Dream'
I torture you with images
I can't in my own mangled self forgive
and every time
you fly your love in low
just so I can see it
hovering faithfully
and know it is mine to lean into
allowing yet again your sweetness
ever to prevail
you see such good
even through my badness curtain
you cuddle me in my thorns
and stroke them smooth
the rose that bleeds
you tend till it again feels beautiful
as tattered as I become
still to you
I am a noteworthy prize
of wit, faith, admiration, womanliness
and love
smiling now to myself
the marble of your timeless marvel
is well now documented
God sent you to me
reality that you are
born of my dream's dream.............
(Feb. 13, 2013 341pm)