The calming of grace

It has been months since I dreamed, at all that is. Could it be that I am happy again?

Never in months have I come as near to perfection as with what I found last night, or could it have been this morning. With these kinds of things you tend to, lose track of all time; sometimes even the bliss memories they bring to you, or it could just be returning back those, you've already lived. But this one was new, and so real, surreal. On waking I wondered if it could be so true, that once again I had dreamed a dream:

Walking in creeping short tones, careful not to make a sound, for I knew you'd hear. I wasn't sure you were aware I was behind. Though my brother knew, as he spoke to you, dreadful words I never wanted you to know. Or did I, in hope, of what they may bring, as summer from spring; a fresh after dandelions grow. They shoot up, and stem out, beautiful flowers, without doubt of it, be, you and I. So now tiptoe around them, and remove soles from near them, be wary to not take them down. 

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[Emily B]

maybe I should tiptoe quietly out before I disturb the dream

beautiful words