Sacred Dream

Misty eyed haze upon early waking

was the mirage you I saw?

your arms around me so briefly then…

an old familiar aching in the chest

a memory of being safe and warm

an inner earth mother’s wellspring nourished

you are….

a dream?

a memory?

an illusion?

or the phantasm haunting my heart’s halls?

you are a strange comfort

during these surreal days where world spins off kilter

my sacred dream

(c) Amanda Wilson 2013

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