May 30, 2013

• dreamer

  For several nights now, we’ve had wind and storms.  

  …they call it wuthering, that sound…

  
  

  Something in my heart longs to run out in the rain and call a name

  I’m not sure of the name, but I long to call it.  My heart knows, but not my mouth.

  …let me not, to the marriage of true minds, admit impediments…

  I’ve dreamt of a man.  I don’t know him.  But he loved me.

  And we were good together.  It was very simple.  Life can be simple, and together.

  …somewhere, beyond the sea…somewhere…waiting for me…

  I also dreamt of a man,

  A man in a blue box.  I was his rose.  But the name I want to call is not the Doctor. 

  …Of cloudless climes and starry skies, and all that’s best of dark and bright meets in her aspect and her eyes…

  He’s in my heart now.  I want to be good for him.  I want all of purity and holiness.  I want his way to be easy.  I want his steps to be pleasant.  

  …they may say I’m a dreamer.  But I’m not the only one…

  
  

  So if you are out there, darling, somewhere in the stars, or across town

  Know that I’m waiting, and not all is gloomy.  I sincerely want to meet you.  And maybe we can smile a lot.  Be hopeful.  Jesus has got this  

  Set me as a seal upon your heart; as a seal on your arm.

  For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as unyielding as the grave. – Song of Songs 8:6

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