There is a dream you dream the most,
you love the most,
you feel yours the most.

There always is.

It is the dream sneaking in you
from that small chink
in Your darkest rooms.

It enters in your night to steal your solitude,
wrap you and warm your heart.
You do not need to sleep for that dream.

It is there,
at Your reach,
in You
waiting for You
to breath it.