In all dreams
there is a bright fondness of things
from our memories,
and those whom we love

Light to light and in kind
the dreaming heart will follow

spirit full and souls
with all that once was and will be
whom we are now with later

Every life as One
cosmic dreaming tree,
stars sparkling
with in deep infinite's
space
of sleep

not death no breath
but just like revisiting

a house or an embrace
of first loves / a home

All the times / together
a quiet place called
perfection

where & when & whom
we all get to know
"cheers to recollections"


To the masterpiece
of every brushstroke

that is where all
                             our dreams must go...