Dreams

I am bathing in silence
Dreaming of beaten paths and forest trails
Summoned to a dieity's court
But endlessly falling short

I relapse
Into familiar diseases
The cure of which
I willingly ignore

I dream of being too old
Forgetting how to walk
Camping out in the cold
Wanting to tell, unable to talk

Have I become a thorn in someone's side
Someone to be disappointed in?
Someone whose presence is only to be accepted
But never truly cherished

I have so much love
Reach out and take it