Sometimes dreams are hard to follow, but we feel compelled nevertheless. We don’t always get our choice and have to go along with someone else’s desires. In our dreams we may recieve information both a blessing and a burden. I tried to give the impression that there were orbs of light floating down from the swan’s wings into the web and the dreamer with her hair compelled towards the spirit realm. The other figure, a swan maiden, is at peace in her silence and devotion.
From Hall of the Moon;
Journey done, I roam, till woods of home I find.
I clear the room of my home within the loom.
Swept corners, ceilings to floors, set aside my broom.
Prepared, I sit within my home upon the stone.
My mind, heart, eyes, Their tools, so Vor is shown.
Ready now, soon Dawn will break upon my door
To bring me back beneath the sun evermore.
Knowing I must leave and cannot stay,
I waken and wash to meet the day.
Sitting by the side of the tides of my mind,
I remember the weaving,and faith I find.
So I know I have to go.
The light is lit, my way to show,
To go along till turns I know.