heartland

you slipped into my second dream

as if someone known for a long time

a muse born of ecstasy

suddenly needing to reappear 

to talk, to listen to

walk with from room to room

bespeckled and pleasant-faced

slow-paced, observant

we moved about the eerie space

conversing in the heartland of grace

shifting to where'er it brought us:

a mud bank, school, a broken home

until the time arrives to break the mood

and i awoke wanting you again

to traipse as far as a dream would take us

*Passionate love is only a momentary eruption if it's not expressed in fidelity.  But fidelity can just as easily mean ossification as love.

-Jean Sulivan

*...faith is always a beginning, a succession of beginnings.

-Jean Sulivan