Thursday, October 10, 2019

She Dreamed


She dreamed of 
a rampaging river
ripping through the night sky

She dreamed of impossible
made practical
and doubtful
giving it a try

She dreamed of worlds clashing
and uniting
of day and and night
of digging deeper holes
of black and white
and all the colors, implied in between
She dreamed 
of magick and mastery
of fear and flight 
of hope and horror
despair and fright
but mostly
hope

Mostly
she dreamed of Hope
.

And then
she woke up
filled her cups with water
and took them 
to the river
and poured them deep within.

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