in wooded space
where dreams are found
and rooves hold nothing in
where thundering skies
make way for love
on sandy rained on skin
and in soft hands
where dreams are held
the best is yet to be
and laughing hearts
hold tight to all
thats best- of you and me.
lifeofawillow 
I love the feel of this poem, the expansive hopefulness.
thank you. thats just what it is. youve said it well..