Dali or Chagall Waking up from my surreal dream, holding my forehead  firmly in the palm  of my hand, safe from all Last night was and now is here My phone connected  to expected disappointment, yet, nothing they say can ever affect me  so negatively All moving forward into NEW pastures I take a deep breath of hope These moments are forged beyond reason, indulging the innocence sublimely then the memory… Surreptitiously you arrive in a white car elegant and elitist, with deep ox blood seats “In hope I trust eternally” What kind words of wisdom amongst the madness all around You’ve entered my realm of forgiveness, my tranquil solace space I breathe secondary, I bite my tongue Then the eternal adagio, the windows to my soul spill over I retreat to observe  objectively and resume with boundaries,  responsive to your insight Questioning your intentions as I’m weary of my oldest wound  Van Gogh, being alone…Sophie’s choice I Iet go of lonely I fly …Where are you? dorettepotgieter ©