Visions of someday

I fly to you
In dream fragments.
Shrapnel of my
Exploding imagination
Piercing the armor of my soul,
Showing me what I dare not show myself;
The deep hidden desires from the wellspring of myself
For someone to talk to in my quiet moments
When I ponder the most delicate questions of my being.
Someone to shelter in return,
From the stones thrown by an unyeilding world.
Or if not shelter, ease the burdens,
By bearing part.
Desiring to bear all.
Finding in myself the highest aspirations
Of sacrifice and love,
Turning my face to the warm, bright sun
Christ, my savior,
And understanding even more his love for me,
Seeing it mirrored, if only faintly,
In the brightness of our love for each other.