December 4

There was no path to step from

Going forward the only choice

Stepping into a forest of dreams

Each tree a separate dream

Each of different type, size, shape

The forest floor was solid

But crystal clear

Revealing dream roots

All intertwining, all moving, all alive

Connecting with neighbors near and far

It was not a silent forest

But I cannot say what I heard

Except that it pulled me in

For further secrets further on


From Dreamwork Poems 2017