In her dream, she was crossing a vast desert:
brown sand, bare and colourless,
dotted with sage.
dotted with sage.
A river lay ahead. Around a corner,
she could hear paddling,
a boat full of people, singing,
coming towards her.
a boat full of people, singing,
coming towards her.
They were coming to get her,
to take her to the spirit world.
to take her to the spirit world.
Just before they came in sight,
she awoke.
she awoke.
Not time yet.
Not yet.
Not yet.
I am glad it is not time yet, Sherry! There are yet more things for you to see and do!
ReplyDeleteI agree with Mary... so glad.
ReplyDeleteO, Sherry! I'm happy you woke in time. This little poem has all the element of drama. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteI could feel the weariness in this. Anyway, so glad that it is "Not time yet. / Not yet."
ReplyDeleteAlways keep moving - I hope she found her way out - I am certain she did - Jae
ReplyDeleteThat was some dream, Sherry. I’m so glad she woke up in time!
ReplyDeleteI am glad you woke up - it's def not time and I would miss you, my friend.
ReplyDeleteSherry,
ReplyDeleteI am also relieved that you simply had a very spiritually detailed kind of dream!
You have much more to see and so many new words to write!
Wow! What a dream. It gave me sense of continuity - that there at the end of this life we will be greeted and our journey will continue in another form. Suzanne - Wayfaring blog - Wordpress.
ReplyDeleteBrief and vivid, Sherry!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely vision, melodious and welcoming! Water has always resonated with me as a symbol of life, and after the "desert" that this world can be at times, the sound of water is a welcome poetic signifier of life.
ReplyDeleteSo close... relieved... beautiful!
ReplyDelete