Friday's Note from my jolly You

In my dream
I see myself walking with you hand in hand
I see the mountaintop loomed through the fog
We go through all the dust and fog
Through clouds and sorrow

Sometimes our sight is impeded
But we never lose sight of our aim
The top of the mountain
Illuminated with the reddish gloom of the rising sun
Where is the doubt? Where is the misery?

(Thanks for whispering this to me, jolly You!)