Dear Friend

“I dreamed about you recently, as if for the first time we were meeting, and I was walking through those open office cubicles set up inside of a hospital treatment region.

You were passing through them, too, at a diagonal coming toward me to set our paths near-crossing by necessity of your weaving through the angled maze in seeking to exit.

And as our eyes met in that sidelong, cautionary sounding that only introverts are want to do, questions always silently broadcasting passed between us and at last received their unexpected answers.

You stopped still and looked straight at me.

I slowed to pause – and then turned toward you in a rare moment of my own heart’s adventurous daring.

As I approached slowly and came right up to look into your guarded eyes, I could see in your own moment of rare sharing deep blue fathoms of internal realms where whole worlds were overlapping and colliding.

You told me you’d get off work, soon, and said it would be around 9:30pm – as you then moved gently away quickly, altering direction originally intended, as distancing.

Disappearing through a door while not dressed like any of the personel, I could not easily further track you in my sensory awareness.

Something inside me had awakened upon our connecting, but I did not know if you’d really meet me – or if I had startled you and you had said that so that you could dissolve back into protective scenery.

Memories of your eyes tell of a quest for love so immense, as I’ve also been seeking.”