Dreamer.

In the heat of the night, there came a vision of what should be. In the summer, it seems so much easier to apply thought and worth to the future. The struggle is considered less, than working your way in the snows. The appearance of you made it relevant, your aptitude for caring held, so dear. It, means more. In the path of coveted occasions.
Your lines and line moved the basis of my reasoning. The grace of the light, dancing a happy tune, leaving its mark. Where, the pain once was, now shone the optimism of further progress. How could that be the case ? After, the trials of the last years. But, it was.
Who would understand the message, and the method of it ? Unless, the past was known to them. Unless, they realized through experience how pain is relieved. The vision, in all its glory, gave what this soul thought would never happen. In the " handing over " of intention and true belief, was a gift. This, alone made so much difference. It emphasized what I already knew. But, dare not openly advocate due to " confidence " issues.  Time, had taken its course and toll. However, there lay the cause.
The " dream ", as it was, enhanced my appreciation of the possible. Beyond, the everyday. In there, was more than hope. In there, I found what I assumed could not relate to me. Where, once, the dark took centre-stage, now it did not. Thank God.
The increasing " effort " involved enhanced the theory of applications, thrusting home the point. I learnt the nature of the breath and, finally, its meaning.
The blessing of this " event ", never to be declared, due to its sanctifying appeal, made a difference, within the scheme of things. In, the loss of reality, there was the realization of what was so willingly suspected. How, could mere feelings cope ? The scene was set, from then, to whatever " present " was chosen ! That much, delivers nothing else. Does it ? 
But, the vision ingrained in the " bank " of thankful, has to be reinforced with that concern for detail. Most apparent, in your collective characterizations. Your allies. Your team, to make more, of what should be. Thus, I look with eager anticipation at the clock. For, a change.
What could be better, than, that  ?