One night I dreamed my friend was dying. Sitting, strumming his guitar, singing... He knew. When the wall of time crashed in my mind, I knew. He was there, in threads of being, telling me what he was seeing. A vast sun... within its golden streams all loves, endeavors, dreams, all passions. His voice whispering that I need never be alone or frightened. Listen, he said, and you will hear. I listened, and he was everywhere. Radio, TV, the bookstore, the mall, Whispered synchronicities. I said, "get out of my head." But he came inside and opened my eyes, melted my heart while my soul realigned. And I learned... love is not a feeling, love is all there is. Copyright 2003-2015 Grace Lindsay. This is an original work by Grace, if you wish to publish it please contact her.