Tomorrow I wake a new man.
The dream has, after much soul searching
Granted me a balm. Where once I was the victim,
Now I see the greater plan. Or at least sense it
In the vision of my other. my beloved.
I may never meet again the sweetheart
That visited me tonight, yet that no longer matters,
Though I would always wish it more I did.
Instead I am freed to be myself,
To live with hope, that I may give such radiance
In life, in healing, to others in need
As I have seen in the gorgeousness of the goddess
Who as awoken in my heart tonight.
23.4.11
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