Oh, to have the freedom inside a dream,
the one I seek every night,
eyes close as I ponder having it seem
some ability to wander might
this be our destiny, to at least know
our hearts can find each other
in the darkest night, as a morning snow
will give indication the changing
season will now define an ability to know
this knell of frost symbolic reckoning
that which we might always recall in silence
when in a dream she will appear,
and my own heart will cry a tear.
© Scott F Savage 2019
Personal Testimony 