Dreaming

What was it that came fervently into my sleep,
Inviting, breathing softly, causing unrest within slumber
Willing and vulnerable, constant and intense,
Something human, something forgiving,
Something forgiven, something warm,
Embracing, talking, quiet and still,
Another dreaming, vicariously a soul attempting to live.

“Fly from bad companions as from the bite of a poisonous snake. If you keep good companions, I can assure you that you will one day rejoice with the blessed in Heaven; whereas if you keep with those who are bad, you will become bad yourself, and you will be in danger of losing your soul.” — St. John Bosco