He came to me in a dream
with friendly teeth and
conversation; casual,
Conversation at his side
an entity in itself,
as his echoed thought;
Neither of which
was familiar.

The Dinosuar,
wearing his smile
I was happy to see
it made me happy
to see him,
not at all afraid
to ask
T-Rex with his
red breast,

"what do you see,
how shines my aura"

it is clean, it is pretty?
see how it sparkles,
surely it dances?

"nay, he says "I would
more describe it as Avesta'
A library of sacred text."

yes, chimes his shadow,
sir conversation,
I would describe it
as Avesta too"

Disappointment mixed
with confusion, an
ancient religion.

I would have much preferred
sprinkles and Rainbows,
maybe some
glitter.