Dreams speak to   us of old lovers whom we can no longer touch nor be with creating tender moments that drown out cries,spirits no longer stripped of pure laughter or buried behind shadows of sadness,limbs join in sleep lack is not a minefield of need, tears are dismissed from lonely eyes of endless searcing and tired looking the storm has set us free. step out of the body into the light of  newborn day,night is banished never to return, land of hope walking toward fulfillment. lies are still born  in throats, not uttered, pretense is kicked out of bed.