a recollection of a night dream whilst reading “Women Who Run With the Wolves”

night dream


he had left me,

i had gone searching

he came back

and led me back to my room


and we were caught

i wanted to save him

from going back

to that place that held him blind


but we were caught



torn apart


i went back for him

i went back to him


but old nuns in black and white

they led me to a pond

it was a peaceful pond

a small pond

the stones were round

the stones were big

and dark, like black

smooth granite


with solemn looks

on their aged faces

but eyes understanding

they led me to peace


a pond of peace

a pond of quiet

they led me to…


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