Ah, sweet Joy! Come once again and place your hands upon my face and look deeply into my eyes, that I might know you as my own, and I as your own. The sad king of Dream knows of my contentment only as a possibility. When the words all fade away into your voice, and the visions all fade into the lines upon your palm. The Bookeeper can only walk his path, knowing all things. I walk knowing nothing but that my feet are upheld by the earth, that my body is strong, my mind expansive, my heart fit to burst, cut through my flesh with curled tendrils of life and flower upon my chest. It is that youth Delight to whom I give my hand, flowers held lightly that balloon and float into the sky, and she laughs and begins to fly with those weightless blossoms, knowing not that her feet have left the ground. I close my eyes and feel that same sense of freedom of the earth, my soul lifting toward it's Maker to give Him a big hug before running back to the party and the adventure. Hand in hand, we dance, and it is enough, and it is everything. In this moment, it will never end, and there is nothing else I need.