Today you stood in the river of my dreams, fishing. I watch you from the shore as your young man dream unfolds, so peacefully, so sweetly so much a part of this moment in time. I long to look into your eyes, to see your soul light as you spend this time so seemingly alone yet here with me in this way as I too dream.

The soft breezes are your breath, touching my hair as if the sunlight had hands as gentle as your years. It is so good to see you again this way. Truth and beauty follow you even as your eyes search this place for something I'm not sure of, yet I know you do not search in vain. Perhaps a crawfish to bait your hook, maybe, like me, you search simply because it is wonderful to uncover something so hidden by the grand design, a little bit of what is needed to satisfy your quest.

You are too far away for me to identify your particular features, this too lends mystery to you, as I sit here wondering at the beauty of it all. You are just a young man, like so many others, yet seeing you this way will always remind me of life's most perfect gifts, hopes, dreams, a future as yet uncharted in the moments we may share someday, somehow, somewhere.

Young fisherman, your life inspires me, your youth beguiles me, your presence in my world so near yet so far, so separate yet so connected here on this common ground we share is a blessing beyond the beauty of words. Thank you so much.