Dreaming People:

All at once it seemed to be 1.49am
that’s when I started to dream.

I know this because somehow,
I close my eyes staring at the time.

There were many crystal fountains but they weren’t turning
there were many kinds of streams but none, flowing
there were beds of flowers: dandelions, lilacs, and bluebonnets
some wilted others had lost their spin.

I’d met an oracle along the way
only he wasn’t leading

and so the spirit moved

I wrote this little wound
to heal..

I’d found peace
and no one left to blame~your kindness sister Krissy Mosley

2 thoughts on “Dreaming People:

  1. Maren

    I wonder whether all our poetry is “writing a little wound to heal” — thank you so much for this and for the sad truth that there probably are not any oracles to lead but only to accompany us on our way.

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