[Poem] Can Two People Experience The Same Dream? ...

Woman of my dreams... but what does that even mean?

Sometimes I have dreams that make me wonder if two people could experience the same dream...
Simultaneously...

Towers crumbling, one after another, revealing Everywhere I lack faith, patience, integrity,
Peace, love, acceptance, and stability...
Unconditionally.

Looking out over the lake—
Embers of solitary flame rising as the moon reflects off The water—
Reminded of all the ways I've faltered,
I feel the bridge that connects the core of my Being to yours
And overwhelmingly sense the Sol of the Universe Yearning for more...

Or is that just me getting in my own way?

Woman of my dreams, but no one tells you what that really means...

Hiding myself from myself,
Reframing the cards that I myself have dealt,
My mind racing has me doubting the sensations I felt,
Doing my best to fortify a Foundation Prone to Collapse at the Tone of a Disharmonious Vibration...

Sometimes I wonder if she's right there with me...

Woman of my dreams but no one warns you what that really means...

Triggered beyond Belief,
Consistently reminded of that sense of Relief—
An electric sensation I wasn't aware I even seeked until her touch rekindled my Inner Peace—
Spreading icy cold warmth throughout my back with Ecstatic Vibrancy...

Woman of my dreams, I never imagined this could be what that means...

Most times those dreams aren't pleasant,
They force you to look at the pieces you have Neglected,
Shattering the image you thought you had perfected,
Towers dismantled as vibrations flatten unsturdy Houses of cards erected,
Scared of being rejected by the one that feels like a Mirror Reflection...

But ever so often comes a dream that doesn't feel like One at all,
Rather,
More like a vision,
A vision difficult not to try to manifest with meticulous Precision and Energetic Superstition,
A vision without division,
Holding you where the Water and Earth meet as Cosmically provisioned,

Two whole pieces, once so cryptic,
Intergrated as one, finally permitted...

Woman of my dreams, mother of my children,
How blessed I am to love a spirit so kindred...