Interpreting Dreams

Not until that dream came true

did I understand the sway of you.

I now see how my path will lead the way from out your golden gates.

When nameless fears take up legs and walk this house,

I know I've lost my way.

But sorrow gives it's way to thoughts of destine paths through tribulation.

Or, that which comes to me may not be what is meant.

That which comes without the struggle, 

is that which earns no worth.