You almost kissed me...

I woke up today, happy. Not diluted happiness mixed with grogginess, bitterness, beligerence, or a want for privacy or mineness. No, I woke up today from a dream of you. And you almost kissed me, or maybe you did. I distinctly remember your beard covered face, your helpfulness in my multitude of business dreaming. You were a good man, with a dark beard and light eyes. You leant down and pressed your soft lips to mine, or you almost did. That's the beauty of that half wakeful state of dreaming, you never really know exactly. I don't know, but the gift, the blessing of being woken with a kiss. That is something beautiful. And I woke today feeling that beauty. Thank you God. Thank you for the little kiss of hope and cherished feelings that woke me up today.

I love God dreams. Once I felt a hug as I woke up from a nap. Once you used the calling of a crow to wake me when I needed it. You helped me forgive my father through a dream. And once a man I could love kissed me awake.
Thank you God for dreams.