When dreams matter

I often hear your voice 

that echoes in the woods

when gust announces the end 

of winter and the birth of spring

obscure, rapid and with pleasure 

something that matters - an endless treasure. 

I often see your vision 

in a glimmering starlight

shimmering above priceless and bright 

against the earth

streams like silver shining 

resting on your feet. 

I sometimes speak with you 

when I'm amazed about the image 

of dreams,  and future 

of future and dreams 

of dream to live and live to dream

Ahhhh!!! roundabout or like a circle 

Among lovers and friends.

An earnest wish in the dark

the zealous soul won't rest 

until it finds the rest 

but only God knows the best!!!! 

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