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Dreams
by Dennis Johnson, many years ago

When I was a child I dreamed of life with love and happiness.
But the dream was forsaken.
Yet still I dreamed.

There came a time of war and death: night sounds, stealth and shadows;
A would-be hero in the making.
And still I dreamed.

Finally, there was a new dream.
The dream was of just one person. She had no name, no face;
Like a warm cocooned embrace.
A desperate chance worth taking.
I dared. I dreamed.

Too many times I tried to force someone's image onto the dream.
Eath time; mistaken identity.
Yet still I dreamed.

Then you, me; us, we.
So much love for giving and taking
(and sharing and caring and learning)
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Yet still I dream
And still I dream...

of you.

Diane, you are still my dreams come true.

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