In the house of wishes

Tucked in behind the trees,
dappled with autumnal shadows,
a quiet invitation
to a future yet unknown,
a beckoning of hope,
the gift of longing
for a life as yet unlived,
for gentleness and peace
already mine
but wearing a different guise;
an integration promised
of past and future dreams
whose shapes,
though unremembered,
color visions of what might be.
Come,
dream with me, my love;
come join me in the house of wishes,
come draw with me
a picture of
the life we've yet to live.


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