How dreams come true

         Oh the viewings of words are displayed as a
crying game. So many losses are carved into stone.

        Still here I stand hoping for a lesson pulled,
sorted and found. The one described in depths of a
small gesture.

       Kindness opened for all to hear yet seldom do
the millions listen. So careful is the laughter as I leap
to gather the balance of love and respect.

       I didn't expect to find both while waiting for
strength, pressing through patience.

       Ever clear is the demand of the conversationalist
and still I sit listening, observing all that can be laid
to recall.

       Hearing the soothing moments that beckoned my
mind to endure only crashes under the layers of
crumbs. So softly I whisper. The notes of words caress
the midnight sky as the eyelids close for an early
morning treat.

       A smile that presses open a new wave of lessons.
Here, I hold tight. Clinging to the hopes, the faith and
the unyielding love because that is how dreams come
true.