Last night a man, he came to me in my sleep.

His tannish skin shone like gold.

His perfect teeth sparkled like glorious pearls of the sea.

His dreaded hair flowed with the breeze

As the beads within it clicked and clanked.  

He had wings of fire

And smelled of ashen wonder.

His voice ripped into the depths of my hear as he spoke:

"Do not fear and do not weep.

You're future is always too near to worry.

I come to you

To inspire you as I have been inspired.

Your time will come.

You will be great

You will be cherished.

Always remember me,

And what I have said to you.

I love you.

Now go.

Go out and create."

With a laugh that brought pure joy to my soul,

And a wink of an eye,

The man was gone without a trace.

Now, all that remains is

An awakened flame.