The Dream

The dream rode in on the moon’s kiss

Through the clouds reflecting its purity.

It settled in her ears and tickled her spine,

It invaded and spread over her jumbling thoughts

Until like ink in water,

It was everywhere.

It steadied her breath and began to whisper the story.

She was carried past the sands of Arabian nights,

Over the spraying sea water of a great whale chase,

Flew between the roots of dried, old trees

And landed among the kisses the grass gave the breeze.

Here her hands explored the cool damp ground,

Her hair flirted with the wind,

and her mind held the dream for just a moment longer

Until the moon called back its return.


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