A Face In My Dream

A face in my dream.  A mark on the face.  Such sadness in those eyes. A sadness with a smile. 

Until one accepts the sadness that is around; then and only then can true steps be taken to make changes which in turn will bring happiness.

The mark was sometimes there, sometimes not. Was the face one or was the face two?
Either way the steps are the same.

I saw my eyes this morning staring back at me from the mirror.  I saw a light which I have not seen since I was a child. 

Hello my inner child, I thought.  I have missed you, I said to myself.

Back to last night in my dreams, I also saw someone else, I'm in the fields again in the land of make believe.  All of a sudden, I saw someone walking towards me.  My heart filled with such an incredible joy, for I knew not if this was my soulmate; and realized it did not matter if he was or was not.  Because when our eyes met I immediately knew, he enjoys seeing colors and I finally learned seeing colors around me is not something to be afraid of.  Most important, he is just like me. Lord, thank you, I see him, he is out there looking for me.  He is someone like me.  I am here Mr. Like Me, from the place of make believe.

I prayed the other day thinking that I knew what I need.  I am grateful because Lord you give me visions of not what I think I need, but of what your wisdom really knows I need.

He is like me. There is someone out there, just like me in this land where nothing is real.

It is all about the dreams and the stories of make believe.  Where I finally found someone like me.  Apparently this is what I need.