I treasure you,
a gift from God.
And with shouts of triumph trod,
I will rouse my heart and bod
now free of misery,
unshod.
Now I need not worry here,
no more mewling whining fear,
for I have my heart most dear
and feel like shedding happy tears.
I even dreamed of you last night,
there was not a bit of fright,
as I met you by the banks,
of that narrow river.
In a small abode by,
docks
set up from the tides by rocks,
we played a luna story.
In a game,
within a dream,
leading squad of fuzzy things
dancing all in sync,
yea we,
did battle with a shadow.
As we passed through those strange halls,
a hanging mask my vision saw,
sitting there upon the wall
looking much like bear.
Yellow silk and crystal eyes,
it came as a slight surprise.
Perhaps we'll need it later?
There were conversations,
but I only know the gist.
Talks of food and livelihoods,
something kin to this.
Old white haired grandmother,
iron bearded bronze skinned man.
A sweet soft kiss between us as
I reached out for your hand.
