Nocturnal Reality

To know someone who believes

the summit of love’s climb is illusive

accepts wholly the unique experience.

But…

As spoken to a confidant's heart,

How vivid the experience

Beneath the down covers of sleep.

The good times,

The first,

The second,

The third,

The fourth.

Even lost relationships

Gather together

Like a cloudless sky

Of sunlight’s joy

When one abandons any

Victimization suffering.

In one case…

First,

Theatre became real.

Second,

Travel carried the baton.

Third,

Joy in spite of scheming.

Fourth,

Dreams did come true

Until they didn’t.

Yet…

Now is but a time 

To sink into nocturnal reality

And keep alive those furtive moments of love.

How unexpected

To carry into those eight hours of slumber

The joy of good times,

Open to expanding.

How rewarding…

This experience

Of giving credence to:

Better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.

Might it be…

Honest joy of loving

Can’t be known

Without some modicum

Of disappointment.

After all…

To know light,

One has to have known dark.