sweet dreams

this morning i woke with the memory of a wonderful dream
and i composed a satisfying post about it from under my comforter,
but in the 12 hours that passed
so has the dream

i remember talking to a character from my late teens
the object of my infatuation
who treated me with such kindness
in my emblazened innocence and need

if he ever thinks of that young girl
i hope he smiles and chuckles
and i hope that somehow he knows
his consistancy and open arms
helped me grow
help me love my life now

and the girl i was then

The two most important men in my life cleaned up the yard while i was napping this afternoon.  The missing neighbor's yard was blowing into ours, so Habtamu raked 9 bags full of leaves!