Vivid is the display

          My heart is racing so fast. The words just
tumble down in rapid tosses. How to let go and fall
asleep?

          Oh as the memories open to a grand, crisp
page in history. Exactly the plan to leave it there,
written and painted.

        The clarity of the vivid images scroll the eyes
upon the necessity of setting the scenery. Oh how I
strive to be released from this moment.

        Calming the heart the breaths are even. Toning
down the anxious minutes as the seconds tick
away. So clear is the viewing even from miles away.

         Dont want to recall but here it is just blazing
throughout the dream. How do I let go? How to I
fall into another sighting? How, why do I want to
let go?

        Such a beautiful memory. Just a grand gesture
of kindness. Perhaps the reason I cannot walk
away from it. Oh the moments of laughter that
emptied inside my spirit. Pulling my soul to firmer
grounds, a solid foundation.

      Oh you want to know of the dream? The vivid
"imagination" of me? The wild of the distant hope?

      Do you want to know? Oh all I can say is ask
Jehovah. He will be able to allow you to gain the
acceptance of knowledge.

     So have you figured it out, my dear friend?

                           Indeed.
                                  Friendship of intricately woven
                    parchment, tapestries and love.