In a Steady Stream of Storied Dreams

Saturday February 15, 2025

Good morning, that wonderful way.

Ode to the morning, with Ghos+.

+he Ghos+, to be exact.

How are you?

Corporeal as ever I see.

Well, happy morning. Don’t let breathing get in the way.

Onto a good day.

Late night, early morning; hope you slept well.

Abe did. Snored like a beehive in full honey season.

Now he trims his nails and bathes, occasionally watches the window for birds.

Somewhere there’s a peace everlasting. Somewhere where the water ripples slow and pure. Where the reflection off every pool shows the you, you wish to see and want to be.

Hope you’re there now, or at least in a steady stream of storied dreams to lead you there.

Perhaps I’ll see you should our dreams crossover like comic book heroes and sitcom characters often do.

Should you see me writing, stay if you like. But don’t interrupt. Peace tells a different tale for all, as does friendship.

An author’s friends are guardians of their peace, sentries of solitude.

When I’m finished, I’ll thank you for the vigil, get you some coffee or tea, and enjoy the place together for a while.

Maybe you’ll read what I wrote, maybe save it for another day.

Time is of the essence and the essence of that time is us.

Take care of yourself and your peace, however-wherever you find it, and make a better day.