The Dream

“And I traveled to Him tonight riding upon the bare backs of a million black stallions. Dressed in nothing more than a cloak of soft scarlet roses perfumed with musk.”

My travels I knew them to be of his great concern, wondering in what condition I would return to Him. I could feel them from miles away. ..So I waited for his message and none ever came. ‘Maybe,’ I thought, “the piegon died along the way.” So I sent to my love a soiled white dove in exchange.

The Dream

wildflower

Jefferson County, United States

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