I awoke with this highly unusual and exquisitely detailed dream.  I have been happily single for two years with my archive full of most satisfying journals that I have never needed to actually revisit, because I just knew they were there and any time spent going over the experiences would be a type of unnecessary self-torture.  I doubt they could be improved upon.  But recently I have begun to have new dream experiences that rival and even exceed the bliss of the archives.  I don't know what this means;  I suspect it is important but I am not sure how or why yet.  Perhaps someone is in the wings?  Perhaps some seductive spirit nymphs are playing with me?  Regardless, I enjoyed this dream very much and there were NO complications!  A few poems have manifested from these dream experiences.  Here is this morning's.  I really did enjoy this 'visitation' :)  The poem is succinct;  I don't have the time to provide a detailed one, I have a busy day.  So this is a 'quickie' poem :)