I dream in high definition with crystal clear colors
Dreams with fabrics and places with unique strange smells
Vibrant and saturating
Nag champa, rich spices, vanilla, chocolate, jasmine, citrus, rain, and ocean breezes
Scents I now keep in my home
And walls have texture sometimes uncomfortable to the touch
I remember each and respectfully write them in a journal
An old hardcover book
Indigo in color
Bound with gold metallic trim
Sun, moon and stars front and back
In dreams I am traveler of the world, visiting places near and far
I dream of walks through large manicured gardens
I lookout over desserts
And sit in wooden chairs in cozy warm cottages
I’ve looked out from balconies
Overlooking beautiful green river valleys
Broken hearted
Waiting and watching
For the one I loved to return home
In my dreams
I walk endless hallways of palacial houses
And sit by great fireplaces
Sharing fruit, wine, conversation
And the warmth of fireplaces
With a faceless man I’ve known forever
Whose touch is like butter
One whose voice resonates inside me
With safety and comfort
Pulling me closer
Or at times like a lullaby
Sends me into a gentle, soft, light sleep
While several large dogs sleep at our feet
Occassionally they raise their heads
Awakened by the pop and crackle of the fire
My dreams are of ages past, and other times future days not yet seen
Some only once
Some many times over
I dream of those in need
Sometimes I dream viewing all through someone elses eyes
Other times I am a companion on their journey
A silent witness to things they do not understand
I dream of one who I loved forever
With more purity of love, passion and honesty
Than I will ever find in another soul
But his
I used to dream of one
Most dear to me
My grandmother and spiritual mentor
Long silver hair and smooth wrinkled alabaster skin that felt like silk and smelled of old perfume
A woman of meditation and prayer
She stayed by my side for many years
Long after she had passed
Yes, I dream
Often my dreams stir others from their sleep
Twisting and turning
I’ve dreamt of things sad, frightening and dark
Dreamt of nights fiery, passionate and endless
And things dear to my heart
There are no accidents with any who cross my path
I have lived, laughed, cried, loved and learned from every one
All have purpose, reason and season
Yes, I dream almost every night
Indeed I do
And in most all of my dreams
I am searching for someone
Perhaps my dear
I am dreaming of you