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