It just so happens
that I dream secret dreams,
but also dream
offered to me
without having asked for such a gift
and in a most surprising manner.
I am the keeper of secrets
that insist on raising unclimbable walls
You see, wine makes walls crumble –
if only momentarily –
and opens up weary hearts
quicker than a lock-pick.
In the light of the morning,
the haze lifting off of drowsy, hungover eyes,
left pondering what I’m to do
with yet another precious little piece
of someone’s soul,
in front of the re-erected wall
when I might get another glimpse
of the person on the other side.