I see you kneeling in churchstained only by colored windows

...these vignettes I sketch for you - what are they watercolors ..yes and dreams blurred with tears ...

...a dream isnt a wish - its an altered state of consciousness ...

...The heart mourns people and places and returns to them in dreams...

...I live in Ireland every day in a drizzly dream of a Dublin walk...

...How terrible those dreams before sleep werethe worse kind mixing hope with despair...

...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - its my lucid dream of being with you...

...today there are bars of light on the rug but Muse Cat prefers his tomato box where he can dream in private...

yes writing is mostly a dream but angels visit in dreams