Our Dreams

You will receive dreams...

where the people...

you dream of...

are locked into the memory...

of your soul...

yet, these prisoners...

are free to come and go...

as the breath...

of your heart...

is also free...

your lovers are there...

when they were new...

or as old as...

yellow teeth of joy...

known ages ago...

your family...

your siblings...

waiting for you there...

with tales to share...

of how they...

have missed you...

and no pry'er of locks...

nor picker of dreams...

can steal these things...

nor stay their inevitability...

for these are yours...

of your hard won journey...

and these will know you...

as you are known of them...

and these will abide...

in the ways of...

your love forever...

as together...

hand in hand...

you shall remain...


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Art: Pan Playing His Flute, by George Percy Hood