~
with instinctive
eye she finds
the hollow of the tree,
a place in magic steeped;
and with reach of heart
she lifts out
the stuff of sleepy dreams -
a rainbow-riding unicorn,
an elven-speaking gnome,
an angel in a hurricane.
each speaks to her in tone,
and though each is but a wisp
of what she’s dreamed and wished,
yet each is emblemic,
wholly authentic,
in thought is cathartic
and in mem’ry angelic.
for written words
are the whispers
that speak in the dark;
and poetry the blade
that tears open the heart;
but dreams...
these come from places
held deeply within,
from childhood fantasy
blended with memory;
these are hope’s grief,
tomorrow’s pain,
for answers through loss,
her innermost cry;
her soul searching again,
for it is she that we hear
weeping at night.
~
*post script.
blended thoughts inspired by two grieving mothers -
one’s post of a tree hollow discovered and
another's weeping as she packs up Christmas,
while listening to her lost son’s music.
wishing them each peace, answers that satisfy and... sleep.