Sometimes in dreams I am wrapped
inside your arms and resting safe,
becoming who I am and was
always meant to be.

On other nights, in other dreams,
you sit and pray as I fight to shed
skin too tight, to break free into
a world that waits for me.

Such agony to inch along,
knowing I could fly – if only
I could find the place where you are,
learn to let it be.

Such joy I find in dreams when we
explore brown earth, green canopy,
working side by side, day by day,
doing what we can do.

In dreams I treasure most of all
we become a blur of color,
flying, frolicking, fluttering
through forever flowers.

You become again treasured friend
I thought that you had been. And life,
blue sky field – our rightful home, and
love, the air we breathe.